A few more images from my tripod-less trip up the hill to the lighting of the Diamond Jubilee Beacon on Monday night.
All resemblance to the Wicker Man is purely coincidental. Honest.
The community gathers at dusk
The ‘special’ people arrive
Some were there only in spirit
From the distant city, a signal
It is time.
They have spoken
It is done
The next gathering will be at the pub.
Thanks to the local mountain rescue team for hauling the beacon up the hill and generally taking charge of the situation!