Beaker People, resplendent in their special midsummer pink hi-viz, stumble out across the car park to the Solar Hillock.
All: Can you get a move on? We want to go back to bed.
Archdruid: That's really down to the Sun, not me...
All: Whatever. On with the spiel, Eileen.
Archdruid: We stand here at the fulcrum of the year. The heart of the Summer, enjoying its warmth....
Voice from Back (which may be German, or possibly, South African...): Get a grip, Archdruid, it's freezing!
Archdruid: We stand here freezing in the heart of Summer. We bless the sun for its light-giving rays.
All: Wherever it is.
Archdruid: It will be up in its own time. We are not the ones to dictate to the heavenly objects above us.
Burton: Isn't it peeking out behind that cloud over there?
Archdruid: Oh yeah. Well, looks like it's been risen a while. Shall we sing the song?
All: If we must.
Beaker People sing "Here comes the Sun", with Young Keith totally fouling up the clever guitar bit after "it's alright".
Snorkmaiden washes her face in the dew, while all the relatively sane Beaker Folk head off to bed.
The Piper at the Gates of Dawn appears through the early-morning mist, realises he's hopelessly late, and heads off towards Aspley Guise.
AMEN
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