We all sit round the fire prior and during the celebration (always midday) and share in the sort of atmosphere that I wish would manifest everywhere.
The officient was guiding us to breathe in and out meaningfully, go within and eliminate all unworthy material (much more than that, but that’s all I remember). The Festival, Samhain, commemorates in the Pagan year. Samhain is known by most folks as Halloween, but for many modern Pagans it’s considered a Sabbat to honor the ancestors who came before us, marking the dark time of the year. It’s a good time to contact the spirit world with a seance, because it’s the time when the veil between this world and the next is at its thinnest.
A person involved in their own thoughts.
In the high street, Bagpipes
A lion made of amazing wood sections.
Outside the Parish Church. Quite an innovatory event.
Outside a B and B
the early days of the Glastonbury Festival
We left at about 3.30 wanting to get home before dusk.
On arriving at home we found a thrush sitting on the ground and breathing hard. We held it and it expired before our eyes.
A lovely day marred by occasional rain but who cares.
