Enya Day comes when the nights are noticeably drawing in. And once again you can feel the primeval dread of the dark looming back upon the lands of the North and West. Fenris Wolf stirs, Cu Chulain saddles up his fearful horse, and Herne the Hunter rides around Husborne Crawley until, forgetting that the world has turned many times since his day, he smashes straight into the Abbey wall down on Woburn road.
And so we light up the fire, huddle round, tell strange stories of evacuees and people who live in marble halls, the Celts and Robin Hood and Old Black Shuck. Light a tea light and listen to Enya and prepare for the first bonfires of the Autumn.
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