It's May the Ist, and some daft bugger (me) decided to drag giraffe wellies, kissy wellies and clan, at 4.30 am to the top of the West Hill in Hastings to watch and dance the sun up over the East Hill, which has been captured as you can see, all in the name of paeganism & the green man (I think), but decided it wasnt a bad idea might bring an abundant crop this year. Have great plans for preserving, pickling and most important WINE making. But i must admit it was a stunningly beautiful morning, and found the whole thing kind 'a' nice!
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