You know. You know where I went already. You know because I go there near about every solstice — summer and winter — and I just mentioned it last week, again. And because there are rocks in my head and I live in circles. Yes — back to the Rollright Stones.
I love the view from here.
My beloved/feared witch has finally fallen. And appears to be the pot at the end of the rainbow. Good luck, strange witch, in the future’s compost heap.