Sunshine, and I finally join the throngs of people gathered to love this town, celebrate and release the spirit of Spring; they’ve been hard at it for days – I’ve heard the drums echoing between the hills and up the valley.
…weaving my path in and out between people
I come across a golden man with a pained expression
The Pentacles are drumming…drumming and their beat anchor me to the ground
The sun is covered in a light mist and it has turned hot and humid
Chilled people enjoying their lovely town…
Bluebells glimmering amongst the bracken, and on the other side of the valley people are ritually slaughtering Jack, releasing the Spirit of Spring for another year.