Summer Solstice

It may not be Stonehenge but it seems only right to go and pay our respects to our little stone circle on the solstice. Flowers picked from the hedgerow and left on one of the portal stones. The little river on the way up is almost dry, and the mountain is full of bog cotton, pale pink orchids and bog asphodel.
We're wrecked today - sore feet, bitten legs and burnt noses. Happy Solstice.