channeling a ‘boat of the sun’ venetian gondolier vibe… yet more prosaically, just an impromptu sunset river swim in piddinghoe, post downs bike ride. Ridiculous sun soaked days!
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no Stonehenge/Avebury jaunt for me this year… couldn’t find anybody who fancied it, tho didn’t look that hard… fun, but a long old haul
instead i went for an afternoon cycle… rattling along the river upstream towards lewes, then following the cycle route to glynde
saw on the zu page that pete, vicar of firle, was having a low key solstice celebration up by the beacon… so i set off for that
a steep, steep haul up the road to the top of the beacon… the vicar waved as he drove past!
i ended up walking nearly all of it… i’d presumed the celebration would be near the car park, but no, rather they’d opened the gate and, in their 4 wheeled drive vehicles, driven the mile or so further along and up to the beacon itself
out of puff, i couldn’t be bothered, so, rather followed the ridge along homewards to where it dropped back down to Beddingham
majestic views, an umbrous mellow light, all the way
back along the river, arriving at piddinghoe… a gaggle of folk having a sunset, solstice dip… so in i hopped
the tide was just turning, so there was a harmonious balance between the fresh water river flowing down stream and the sea salt water surging in
within ten minutes the ocean began its retreat, my body began to be sternly, resolutely tugged downstream… time to get out!
the tide was just turning, much as within the greater cycles, the tide of light is also turning
solstice blessings x
