Archdruid: We welcome thee, O Sun - sibling - creature and sign of the power of the divine.
All: We can't see any poxy Sun, Eileen. You sure it's coming back this time?
Charlii: Yeah, after four blood moons, three supermoon-triggers-end-of-world-sundays and the rise of Donald Trump maybe this really is....
Young Keith: ....the End?
Moon Gibbon Folk scream and run off into the woods
Burton Dasset: But soft, what light breaks on yonder eastern horizon?
Archdruid: That's a car coming down the Ridgmont Road.
Burton: But could it be Phoebus Apollo, resplendent in his Volkswagen Passat?
Archdruid: I know you've been a bit low since InBev took over Camden Town Brewery, Burton, but that's surreal even for you.
Herne the Hunter turns up, gazes wistfully at the Eastern Horizon
Herne: Six thousand years long have I wandered the woods and leys. And I reckon it's gone for good this time.
Other Beaker Folk scream
Archdruid: OK. Let's get breakfast. Maybe the sun will appear later.
The Piper at the Gates of Dawn plays a few bars of "Lord of the Dance", then heads off to Crawley Crossing for a bacon bap.
We had a rainbow first thing in the morning (well, at aboit 9 am) Great, glorious, arching over the Great Oak, shimmering against the watery blue sky.
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We had a rainbow first thing in the morning (well, at aboit 9 am) Great, glorious, arching over the Great Oak, shimmering against the watery blue sky.
ReplyDeleteThen it rained for the rest of the day.
Glad to se you are familiar with The Wind in the Willows.
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