There is a circle in Cork. Seventeen pillar stones and an altar in the south-west. This stone circle, with its sweeping views of the Sea, is aligned with the setting sun on this day. Shortest and Darkest. I am going there now; to be present as the glowing orb sinks beyond sight into the realm of Ancestors and Fair Ones. Perhaps never to return!

If I know anything about the Irish, you can be sure there was one hum-dinger of a wake held at this circle in Ages Past!

See you in the Returning Light.