Solstice

I'd had a vague idea I might climb somewhere high and remote for to welcome in the Solstice, perhaps a subconscious hoping that the old magic might return to the world and herald in a change.
Cumbria's long spell of horrid weather put paid to that. Most of the day it was dark and wet, much like its been for days now.
Eventually we wandered out anyways. This was the only couloir the sky offered us all day.