Glossopdale were out in force again tonight, this time to celebrate the Winter Solstice. At 4.30pm we set off from Glossop Leisure Centre, heading over the fields and tracks and trod, up to Wormstones, a small gritstone crag elevated above town.
We arrived at Wormstones in perfect timing, just a few minutes before the actual solstice, at 5.11pm. The customary alcoholic beverages were handed round, starting with port, stilton and crackers, and on the precise moment of the solstice we all cheered the coming of longer daylight hours.
The Alison read out a John Dunn poem, the name of which I missed in the merriment.
Out from the shelter of the crags we ventured and off the down hill without hesitation - there was a biting wind blowing and the threat of coming rain in the darkness ever present. Over the final few fields the rain steadily increased and the wind howled...reminding us we are still in the grips of winter.
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