No light relief for soggy solstice
Rain-sodden crowds welcomed a spectacularly wet summer solstice at Stonehenge yesterday -- with stoicism and wit, writes Raphael Satter.
So bad was the downpour that even one of Britain's latter-day druids -- fixtures of the annual celebration -- was forced to seek refuge with journalists in a tent near the entrance.
"It's a wash," said King Arthur Pendragon, his white beard turned into a soggy silver sponge. "Literally."
English Heritage put the crowd at the festival at 14,500, well below figures which typically hover around 20,000.
Summer solstice has long drawn people to Stonehenge, a mysterious set of standing stones whose purpose remains a matter of conjecture.