Tales around the camp fire

In the very early hours of this morning, but it might as well have been last night, the storyteller completes his tale.

Dropped out and moved to the high hills of Wales, our subject came down to regale the kids late into the night with tales of myth and magic around the camp fire. Today a lot of the camp left to explore the site from which the bluestones were quarried, which made it easier because...

A personal tragedy for one of last night's band members, whose brother encountered their mother this morning, passed into mystery. Some of my afternoon was therefore taken up with managing his safe exiting from the camp site past the kids play area. 

But lots of singing and a ritual renaming and a naming welcome and of course blessings to Paul's mum's onward journey. And very little rain.