24,000 Witches, Pagans And Druids Descend On Stonehenge
Midnight on Midsummer's Eve and I'm standing in a soggy field in Wiltshire. To my right is Taloch the Stag Lord, who's wearing a black cloak, thigh-high boots and an enormous pair of antlers which bob about on his head as he talks.
To my left is a nice man called Melkin, the Arch Druid of the Dolmen Grove Coven. He's huddled against the cold in a long green robe and clutches a 6ft long beech staff topped with another pair of antlers.
"As you can see, we're not the archetypal devil-worshipping sect you see in films," he says cheerily. "We're just normal people.
Er, OK. Though to be fair, the pair of them are blending in rather better than I, in anorak, bobble hat and wellies. Because, as far as the eye can see there are thousands upon thousands of druids, witches, hippies, students, drunken louts, tourists and hundreds of weary looking police, all lurching about in billowing clouds of cannabis smoke. Full Story
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To my left is a nice man called Melkin, the Arch Druid of the Dolmen Grove Coven. He's huddled against the cold in a long green robe and clutches a 6ft long beech staff topped with another pair of antlers.
"As you can see, we're not the archetypal devil-worshipping sect you see in films," he says cheerily. "We're just normal people.
Er, OK. Though to be fair, the pair of them are blending in rather better than I, in anorak, bobble hat and wellies. Because, as far as the eye can see there are thousands upon thousands of druids, witches, hippies, students, drunken louts, tourists and hundreds of weary looking police, all lurching about in billowing clouds of cannabis smoke. Full Story
Related: religion, wicca, pagan, spells
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