TC and I got up at 4:30 am this morning to watch the summer’s solstice sunrise from the Granite Pier. It was such a beautiful sight. As a scientist, I attach no great cosmic significance to the sun reaching its apex. Yet bathed in the orange rays emanating from a fiery orb on the horizon we are equally bathed in all the traditions of the ancient Britons. We are born again into our myths. And while we believe no metaphysical forces are released, we are simultaneously aware of the forces of the tides (the moon was high above our right shoulders), the winds, and the waves. Wisely, the birds are driven into a frenzy, and we are left to wonder!