It’s quiet around here now. No Longhair and her swarm of visitors. I wonder why they stop coming. It happened last year when the days got shorter, in fact it was about the time when the days and night are as long as each other. The sun has got it right for a few days but we can tell already that the sun has over shot it and the nights are now longer than the days. If I was the sun I could do a better job.
If the day was nice I would make it long and if it was not I would make it short. Simple.
Wylde of Chillingham and the heavens