Happy Lammas!

A sad morning saying my goodbyes. I already miss him so much it physically hurts to not be near him.

Met up with my sister and the rest of the usual crowd to head out for our Lammas ritual. The corn was cut and John Barleycorn was sacrificed for the harvest. The previously collected wheat beer and cornflake cakes were then shared out and very much enjoyed by all.

The ritual went very well and we all headed back to the pub for some food.

Called the boy later on, hearing his voice helps with the pain, but it's no match for him being here.
1 day down.