Nature is slowly consuming Rempstone stone circle. Not so many years ago the site was open, clear and airy; now moss creeps over the stones, crawling tendrils of Ivy establish foot holds and the boughs of surrounding trees crowd in. The plantation woodland is dark and dank, little grows, water lays in numerous hollows, amongst the regular coniferous stands where the ground is undulus; the adjacent narrow band of deciduous woodland is slightly more open, more alive, with more diverse flora. Most of what remains of Rempstone Stone Circle is found amongst the latter narrow band; the missing section, truncated by the plantation. I pause here a while, it is Solstice after all.