I was awake at 3am for my journey to the hill fort to welcome the Summer Solstice with a magic ceremony I’ve been planning for several days. The closer I get to Mother Nature the more I fall in love with her. Gifted with clear skies and sole occupancy of the hill, I thought that was precious enough, but there was more to come. As soon as the core part of the ceremony started I heard a noise behind me. A small herd of New Forest ponies joined me, nibbling at my blanket, trying to make off with my drum case, galloping all over the hillside as I sang, drummed and set fire to my prayers. The sun’s first beams were electrifying and the song of an ascending skylark was the last in an amazing line of synchronicities that strengthened my faith in all things unseen… and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.