Twelve Apostles
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Twelve Apostles

Not been posting, been flat out with terrible flu. This morning dragged myself out of my sweat pit and travelled to "Twelve Apostles" Stone Circle between Holywood and Newbridge, near Dumfries, Scotland.

I don't celebrate Summer Solstice other than acknowledge the event, because winter solstice is when the true resurrection of the sun life ignites.

The stone circle was reputed to be the largest in Scotland. We parked in a small lay by north, from an information plaque walked five hundred yards though a grass field into the centre of the circle. We arrive five hours after sunrise, other than deflated blue and gold balloons tied to a gate post there were no other indication of people having been here.

Nith Estuary
Nith Estuary
Nith Estuary

We then drove to East hill stone circle, at the foot of the hill we drove into a farmyard, but I was physically to weak to do this walk; Charlie turned the car around, and we drove towards the seaside via Drumburn Viewpoint. We visited Southerness, Charlie dropped me off at a lighthouse before he departed to fetch two ice creams / bottles of fizzy pop.

It is so awesome to be a part of somebodies life, that acknowledges me as existing; that cares about me, appreciates the things I do and have done. A person to hold, to rest with and feel safe.

We travelled west to Rockcliffe, parked the car and walked some distance across the mud flats. On the beach a tattooed woman waited as if she were trapped by anxiety, her dog reminded me of a friend I lived with in Bath, decades ago. The shoreline was covered in crushed shells, Charlie remarked how sharp they felt upon his feet.

We drove to Castle Douglas, past a park, down a high street, before reversing direction to return us to Hawick. Leaving Castle Douglas the sky broke and rain poured down; Apple Maps directed us through the centre of Dumfries before we arrived in Lockerbie. At Langholm, a shouting driver blocked our right of way, he pulled over because we refused to reverse. Arriving at the farmhouse we found our replacement used console delivered, that was purchased from Ebay only a few days ago. The existing console in the Freelander had been hacked and wired up wrong, presumably by the previous owner attempting to fit another car stereo. Retired to bed, lay, sweated and slept for an entire twelve hours.

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