The day of Solstice Eve, if there is such a holiday, and I took myself to the Rollright Stones to see how my closest neighboring neolithic fairy circle had been keeping itself. (Previous visits here and here.)
Outside the circle, sunshine and glowing stones:
Inside the circle, a more gloomy slumping across the countryside.
The witch is still a fearful shock to the eye when you round the corner and find her throwing her curse from the hill. But she is beginning to disintegrate, in a strange irony, while the King she cursed to stone remains tall, and proud.