Not too long after the sunset of spring we went to bed. We had an early start in the morning, even for someone who usually gets up at five fifteen. It seemed we’d hardly fallen asleep and we were up again looking at boiling skies that could have been painted by Van Gough, full of pink and purple. After the most perfunctory of washes (there would be time later for a shower) and a light breakfast my body didn’t feel it needed, we set off. Continue reading Solstice sunrise