The still heady smell of elderflower

 

 

Coming up to midnight
Friday, 2005.
Car loaded, water and a sandwich in the fridge for the journey down tomorrow.
Leaving Essex a little after 4am.
Lock the doors, climb into the cockpit.
First stop Mum and Dad at the back of Pewsey churchyard
safe now in their circle and mine.
Fresh flowers and a solstice smile to them and all that went before.

 

Then gently into the Vale of Pewsey.
Windows down, wind blowing a year’s worries away.
Skylarks and the still heady smell of elderflower.
And before the people gather there
a quiet stroll around my favourite Avebury stones and secret bank
still mist-surrounded and expectant.

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Happy Summer Solstice to one and all from Heritage Action