Have been astounded by a pagan friend from Devon
As all good Beaker Folk know, tomorrow is the Winter Solstice. That magic moment when the sun stops dying. There is a solemn stillness in the air as we wait for the days to lengthen, and the laughing sun god to take its place once again.
Except in Devon. Apparently for pagans in Devon, a midweek Solstice was a bit inconvenient. So they moved Yule to last Saturday.
Pagans, eh. They're basically just Catholics with twigs in their hair.