Stonehenge solstice partytime
The train ride had gone smoothly, the countryside was postcard picturesque and nightfall was still hours away.
My friends and I strode giddily through the pasture on this last day of spring before finding the rest of our group camped out in a prime spot. We added our blankets to the spread and barely even noticed the misty drizzle that would soon haunt us throughout the deceptively long night.
It helped that the stones were majestic.
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