Could not watch the solstice sun rise from between the tower blocks of Manchester Road, as I usually do; but did manage to watch it, and from a bed; which which is a place has more poetic symbolism than any Ieuan-come-lately druid can invent about Stonehenge.

Saw the night come as well, and took pictures of both events, but do not seem to have a twitter connection, or a cable to get them on this machine, so they will lay fallow for a while.