Today is the 20th of June. Here in the UK, this date marks the summer solstice for 2016. The longest day of the year, with sunset not arriving until 10.34 pm. According to the press, there will also be a very large full moon, marking the beginning of the strawberry picking season here, hence the name. This only occurs only once every seventy years. Starting tomorrow, the evenings will begin to get shorter once again. Celebrations of this solstice will be held at various places around the country, including the famous pagan festival at Stonehenge, where Druids gather to welcome the event.
None of this matters a jot to me. It was dark when I woke up, and pouring with rain. It is still dark as I type this, and the rain continues. There has been no summer, so the solstice is redundant. It should be in the queue at the job centre, looking for somewhere else to impress with its natural splendour. As for the once-in-a-lifetime strawberry moon, I am underwhelmed. With clouds seemingly as low as the rooftops, we are not likely to see any moon tonight, strawberry or otherwise.
Just as well we don’t have Druids in Beetley.