It was a cool solstice that time before dawn in England can be very, very cold and it was thank the Gods for a fake fur jacket. The sun was very shy just glimpsed bits but it still coloured the clouds. there were small groups of people dotted all over the hill, one chap was playing a drum and singing an indian sun rise song. The rest of us just sat and watched another group didn't leave the car park one played blue grass on his guitar the others drank bucks fizz, all of this was accompianed by lots of skylarks singing their hearts out as they flew higher and higher then dropped like a stone. we had extra strong coffee and some breakfast, bisc