Summer Solstice at Stonehenge

Visiting Stonehenge at the Summer Solstice has been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember.

When one of my best friends and I booked a girls’ trip to Glastonbury, I realised the dates were just after the solstice. It honestly felt like the universe was giving us a little nudge to add Stonehenge onto the beginning of our adventure. How could we not?

So on the morning of the solstice, I travelled all the way from the North East of England down to Hampshire where she lives. The journey was surprisingly painless until I hit the M25… That’s one thing I definitely don’t miss about living in London – trying to get anywhere on that motorway! Thankfully once I’d escaped that particular circle of hell the rest of the journey was easy.

After dropping my bags at my friend’s house we headed over to Salisbury to catch one of the shuttle buses to Stonehenge.

There were long queues for the buses but they moved surprisingly quickly. The shuttle costs £10 each way so in hindsight it would actually have been cheaper to pre book parking at Stonehenge through English Heritage for £25. We’d avoided driving because we assumed the roads would be absolute chaos around the solstice but they were actually fine. Lesson learned for next time!

Armed with backpacks full of snacks, blankets, extra layers and of course my drum we finally arrived at the site.

The longest queue of the evening was for the security bag check where they were making sure nobody was bringing in alcohol, illegal substances, glass or weapons.

As for me? There was no chance of me trying to sneak alcohol in. I didn’t drink a thing all day, alcoholic or otherwise, not because I was trying to be sensible but because I absolutely hate portaloos. My strategy was simple. Don’t drink, don’t need the toilet. Unfortunately once I break the wee seal ,I pee for England!

I did end up using the loos twice and honestly they weren’t nearly as horrific as I’d imagined. They’re still one of the main reasons I avoid festivals though. Well, that and the crowds.

Speaking of crowds…

Yes there were thousands of people there and although I usually like to place myself out in the wilderness, surrounded by nature and minimal people, I was more than willing to brave the crowds this once for the chance to get up close to the stones.

Summer and Winter Solstice are the only times of year you’re allowed to walk right up to Stonehenge. The rest of the year the stones are roped off unless you pay for one of the exclusive Stone Circle Experiences through English Heritage and that applies even if you’re an English Heritage member.

We arrived just as the sun was beginning to set and found ourselves a little spot to lay our blankets. It was close enough to enjoy the atmosphere but far enough away that we thought nobody would trip over us.

We were wrong, there was a point during the night where a woman stumbled straight across our blankets and stood directly on my drum.

Thankfully the drum survived.

As darkness fell we wandered into the stone circle itself. Finally being able to reach out and touch the stones was incredibly special. There was drumming, chanting, people meditating and people celebrating. It felt unlike anywhere I’d ever been before.

By around midnight exhaustion or old age caught up with us, it’s been a long time since I last partied all night… So wrapped in our blankets beneath a sky full of stars we somehow managed to get a few hours’ sleep.

I’m actually a huge fan of camping, usually with a tent, but there was something pretty magical about sleeping out in the open with Stonehenge only a few metres away. Every time I opened my eyes during the night the stones somehow seemed closer than before.

My imagination? Maybe.

Magic? 100%.

Nature certainly made its presence known too.

Anyone who knows me knows I’m not exactly the biggest fan of creepy crawlies. Thankfully it was too dark to spot any spiders. What we did have however were hundreds of cockchafers buzzing around. Weirdly though, I actually think they’re quite cute. Those fluffy little antennae make them look like tiny fairy bugs… Well until one flies directly into your hair.

Ah yes. Being at one with nature.

At around 4am we both woke up naturally as the sky began to brighten and the crowd’s energy grew more electric.

People slowly started gathering around the Heel Stone waiting for sunrise.

Then it happened.

Watching the sun rise perfectly between the ancient stones is one of those moments that’s impossible to fully capture in words or photographs. There’s a reason people have gathered here for thousands of years. Whether you’re there for the history, the spirituality, the atmosphere or simply curiosity it’s an incredibly moving experience.

It was everything I’d hoped it would be.

Nobody knows for certain why Stonehenge was built and I think that’s part of what makes it so fascinating. Was it a place of worship? A giant calendar marking the changing seasons? A site for ceremonies or healing? All of the above or something we haven’t even thought of yet? There are plenty of theories but no definitive answers.

Standing there among the stones though, none of that really seemed to matter. There was something incredibly humbling about knowing I was walking the same ground as the people who built this incredible monument thousands of years ago.

Running my hands across the stones they had carefully placed all those centuries ago made me feel connected, if only for a moment, to the ancient wisdom and mystery of those who came before us.

Stonehenge at Summer Solstice had been on my bucket list for years and I’m so grateful I finally got to experience it, especially alongside one of my best friends.

Would I Go Again?

Absolutely.

Despite the crowds. Despite the portaloos. Despite nearly losing my drum to a drunken stranger.

That being said, I probably wouldn’t stay overnight a second time.

If I were to do it again I’d pre book parking through English Heritage, arrive around 3 or 4am, watch the sunrise, soak up the atmosphere for a few more hours and leave when the site closes at around 10am.

But for a first visit?

Sleeping beneath the stars beside one of the world’s most famous prehistoric monuments was something I’ll never forget.

Pendle – Walking With Witches

Imagine this, hiking on a warm summer’s day, sunlight dappling through the trees, the gentle sound of a stream trickling alongside your path, birdsong overhead, leaves rustling softly in the breeze. Sounds like something from a guided meditation doesn’t it?

Well backtrack to 1612 and the atmosphere in this very same spot would have been very different.

This is Pendle, a landscape forever marked by the Pendle Witch Trials, a tragic chapter in history that saw twelve people accused of witchcraft, marched over 50 miles to Lancaster and ultimately tried for their lives. Their supposed crimes? Often nothing more than poverty, herbal knowledge or being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Today, their path has become a trail of remembrance and reflection known as the Pendle Witches Walk. Stretching from Barrowford to Lancaster, the route guides you through rolling moorland, sleepy villages and ancient woodland, inviting you to walk not just through nature but through time itself.

The Pendle Witch Trials remain one of the most infamous witch trials in English history. Taking place in a time of deep superstition, religious tension and fear of the unknown. The trials led to the execution of ten people who were accused of practicing witchcraft, consorting with the Devil and causing harm through curses and spells.

The accused came from two impoverished families both led by wily, old matriarchs – the Demdikes and the Chattoxes, both of whom had long standing reputations as local “cunning folk” that people believed to possess magical or healing abilities. These were often herbalists or folk healers, mostly women, who lived on the fringes of society and were equally as sought out as they were feared by their neighbours.

The accusations spiralled when in March 1612, Alison Device, a young woman from the Demdike family allegedly cursed a peddler who then suffered a stroke. This triggered a wave of suspicion and blame that ultimately led to the investigation.

Alison was hauled in front of the local magistrate and in confusion, ends up not only confessing but also incriminating her Grandmother, Demdike and her local rival Chattox. In April 1612, The two are interrogated at Ashlar House and maybe to enhance their reputations, try to outdo each other with their stories including one of meeting the devil in a quarry ending up with them being committed for trial for witchcraft and incarcerated at Lancaster Castle.

Then on Good Friday, other members of the Demdike and Device families meet at Malkin Tower – which you can see in the distance during the walk, and feast on stolen mutton, a local constable is called and the group at the alleged ‘witches sabbath’ meeting are accused of plotting to free the imprisoned women and blow up the castle, they are also then rounded up and imprisoned.

In August 1612, the trial begins and the prosecution’s star witness is Jennet Device who in court, identifies those who attended the Good Friday meeting, including her mother Elizabeth and Alice Nutter who was a woman who stood apart from the others due to her relative wealth and social standing. Alice came from a respected Catholic family, a detail that many believe played a key role in her arrest. At a time when anti-Catholic sentiment was rife under Protestant rule, and with King James I fuelling nationwide fear through his obsession with witch hunting, her faith may have made her an easy target. The evidence presented against her and against many of the accused was dubious at best, often based on rumour, the testimonies of children or confessions extracted under duress but the evidence, the confessions already given and the pressure of the prosecutors, keen to ingratiate themselves to James I, meant the trial was over in just three days.

All of the ‘guilty’ were hanged apart from Demdike who died as a prisoner before the trial.

Their fate was sealed not by proof, but by paranoia and prejudice. Only one of the accused, Alice Grey was found not guilty, and another, Jennet Preston, had already been tried and executed in York.

Today, their story is a powerful reminder of how fear, social divides and unchecked authority can lead to devastating injustice.

Walking through the fields and hill that these women once walked, you can still feel their presence in the air, their stories echoing through time.

The section of the walk I did was an 8.5 mile circular route which is one of ITV’s Britain’s Favourite 100 Walks list and you can find the route on the OS maps app which I thoroughly recommend if you’re planning to hike anywhere, you just find your route, follow the arrow, it’s impossible to get lost.

Parking is available at the visitor centre in Barley which sits right at the heart of the figure of eight style hiking route making it an ideal starting point for your walk. Directly opposite is The Pendle Inn which also offers parking for patrons and serves as the perfect base if you’re visiting from out of town. Nestled beneath the dramatic rise of Pendle Hill, the inn offers a warm, welcoming atmosphere, hearty food (I recommend the tomato soup, it was delicious), local ales and comfortable chalet accommodation which is ideal for resting and recharging after a day on the trail.

As you walk through the village of Roughlee, you’ll pass a bronze statue of Alice Nutter, one of the twelve accused in the infamous Pendle Witch Trials. She stands tall and dignified and invites you to remember the real people behind the legends.

As you continue, you’ll notice many pointers with depictions of witched on them placed thoughtfully along the route.

As you pass through Newchurch Village, make sure you stop at Witches Galore, a shop filled with spooky merchandise to pick up some souvenirs, I personally couldn’t resist a little cast iron cauldron, a tea towel depicting Pendle’s witchy history and a copy of my favourite childhood story, Gobbolino the Witches Cat by Ursula Moray Williams.

The path winds through winding country lanes, open fields, and timeless stone villages, so whether you’re drawn by curiosity, history, or healing, this stretch of the walk offers more than just scenery, it offers a connection to voices long past and a gentle reminder that their story still lives on.

Although the Pendle Hill peak isn’t part of the hike, it’s not too far off piste so if you’re feeling energetic you can make your way to the top.

Climbing Pendle Hill is a spiritual experience all of it’s own. The ascent is steep but rewarding. At the summit you can experience breathtaking views that are more than a reward for your physical effort. There’s something about standing up there that moves something in the soul.

If you’re looking for a much spookier atmosphere, I’ve also hiked the same trail on a cold and frosty January and it was an entirely different experience. Gone were the soft greens and golden light of summer, instead, the landscape felt much more raw and untamed. Pendle Hill loomed darker and foreboding, bare branches reached out like skeletal fingers and the fields were patched with frost that crunched underfoot. Even the sheep with their wooly winter coats looked cold. What felt gentle and inviting in the warmth of summer took on a bleaker, more haunting quality.

The paths themselves were harder going, spectacularly muddy in parts to the point where my hiking boots were well and truly submerged and the villages, quiet at the best of times, seemed almost deserted. Even Witches Galore, normally a lively and bustling place, felt quieter as I walked around minus my muddy hiking boots which I left at the door.

Whatever season you choose to walk the Pendle Witches Trail, there’s a sense that the land holds these women’s memory. You feel as though the earth remembers them, that the energy of those silenced centuries ago still lingers like an imprint, carried on the wind and underfoot with every step you take.

Even in the brightest summer light, you can feel the shadow of those who walked here before you, a quiet echo in the rustle of leaves or the sigh of the wind across the moor. You imagine their footsteps along the stiles and across the fields, and it’s impossible not to think of how differently their lives might have turned out in another time.

Whether you go to Pendle seeking connection with history, with nature or with yourself, the Pendle Witches Walk offers more than just a hike. It’s a pilgrimage, a tribute to the strength of the women or ‘witches’ who walked this landscape all those years ago and a walk where each footstep honours those who were silenced.

The Pendle Heritage Centre is also worth a visit, as well as exhibits on the trials, it also has a lovely walled garden, a fairy trail and a café and if you have time, Lancaster Castle isn’t far and should also be on your to do list whilst you’re in the area if you want to see where the women were held.

If you want to follow the route we took, download OS Maps and click on the link below.

https://explore.osmaps.com/route/26614826/kani-adventures-pendle-witches-walk

Winter Hiking Necessities

Winter walks hold a different kind of magic.

The trees are bare. The air feels sharper. The paths are quieter. There is space to think, breathe and simply be. Even on grey damp days, winter hiking has a grounding quality that feels almost medicinal.

But winter asks for a little more care.

Cold, mud and shorter daylight hours mean preparation becomes even more important. Not to overcomplicate the walk, but to keep it safe, warm and enjoyable.

Here are my winter hiking essentials to support body and spirit through the colder months.

Phone

Usually I’d recommend disconnecting from technology when you’re out in nature – however, when you’re hiking, your phone is more than something to check messages on. On a winter hike it becomes your map, your emergency contact, your torch and your reassurance if you need it.

It is also your camera, ready to capture frost on hedgerows, dramatic skies over the coast or that quiet moment of winter light breaking through the trees.

But do try to stay off social media during your hike so that you can be fully present.

OS Maps App

Winter paths can look different. Frost hides trail edges. Fallen leaves disguise direction. Fog rolls in unexpectedly.

The OS Maps app is incredibly helpful for checking routes, elevation and footpaths. Knowing exactly where you are allows you to relax rather than worry.

Confidence in your navigation keeps your nervous system calm which is exactly what winter walking should encourage.

Battery Pack

Cold weather drains phone batteries quickly. Much faster than in summer.

Your phone is your map, your emergency contact and your light if the day fades earlier than expected. A lightweight battery pack offers reassurance.

Winter daylight is shorter. Preparation brings peace of mind.

Compeed

Blisters in winter are worse. Wet socks and damp boots can quickly turn a small rub into a painful distraction.

Don’t scrimp on blister plasters. Buy Compeed rather than generic, the sticky is much more reliable and if you pop them on the moment you start feeling you start to feel your boots rub, they will allow you to keep on walking comfortably.

Dry comfortable feet change everything.

Properly Broken In Waterproof Boots

Winter is not the season to test new footwear.

Your boots should already be broken in and ideally waterproof. Mud, puddles and unexpected boggy patches are part of the adventure.

Cold wet feet drain your energy quickly. Warm supported feet allow you to stay present and enjoy the landscape.

Pair your boots with good thick socks and always pack a spare pair if you’re heading out for longer.

I’ve tried and tested many walking shoes/boots over the years from expensive to budget and always vegan. Personally, I prefer shoes which may not offer the ankle support that you get from boots, but I always feel boots rub the backs of my legs. Maybe it’s the way I walk… At the moment, I’m wearing Gelert shoes which have been comfortable from the off, and at the low price, I don’t mind replacing them frequently.

Muddy boots are a sign of a good hike!

A Packed Lunch Or Emergency Sandwich

Winter air burns energy faster than we realise. The body works harder to stay warm.

Even if you’re planning a shorter walk, pack food. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a full blown picnic, just a thermos of soup will feel like pure luxury halfway through a chilly route.

At the very least, pack an emergency sandwich and a flask of tea. Having something warm to sip while overlooking a winter view feels grounding and deeply nourishing.

A Roll Of Poo Bags – Practical Magic

A small roll of dog poo bags is one of the simplest but most useful things you can carry – even if you don’t have a dog.

Why? I hear you ask…

Keeping your phone dry in sudden rain
Storing muddy gloves
Seasonal foraging
Collecting treasure
Taking rubbish home

They weigh almost nothing and solve so many little problems.

Layering And Warmth

Winter hiking is all about layers.

Start slightly cool so you don’t overheat too quickly. Add layers when you stop. Always carry a warm jumper or insulated jacket even if the forecast looks mild.

Hat, gloves and a scarf can transform a cold windy stretch into something manageable.

Staying warm is not about toughness. It is about respecting the season.

Waterproofs

Make sure you have waterproofs in your bag. Winter weather is unpredictable and a clear sky can shift to sideways rain before you’ve reached the next gate. A good waterproof jacket is not optional, it is essential. Look for something properly breathable so you don’t overheat underneath and always pack waterproof trousers if you’re heading out for longer routes. Staying dry is not about comfort alone. Once you’re wet the cold settles in quickly and drains your energy. A lightweight waterproof layer in your bag means you can walk through rain showers with ease rather than cutting your hike short. There is something quietly empowering about being prepared for the elements instead of battling them.

Little Extras

Beyond the practical essentials, there are always a few extras in my bag.

A few small crystals for grounding or protection.

A small nature guide book for identifying trees, plants, birds or wildlife along the way.

My dad’s classic Swiss Army knife for those tiny unexpected moments when I need a blade, scissors, bottle opener or nail file.

A small bag of bird seed – because I like to try and befriend the crows…


Don’t wait for the Spring

Cold, sunny hikes are beautiful and with fewer people on the paths, the landscape feels more intimate. It’s just you and nature.

Eden Perfumes

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Perfume, from the French Parfum, a mixture of fragrant essential oils or aroma compounds used to give the human body an appealing scent.

Expensive, opulent and luxurious be they floral, musky, woody, fruity or aquatic, men and women have been wearing perfumes for thousands of years.

But did you know that most of perfumes contain some really icky animal ingredients?

Ambergris – a wax-like  growth which is found in the stomach and intestines of about one in a hundred sperm whales. The finest ambergris has a lovely, sweet, musky odor. 

Musk – found in a small pouch, in front of the penis of a mature male musk deer. Apparently it possesses a sweet, generous, aromatic intensity bringing an elegance and a radiance to any perfume composition.

Civet – a buttery-yellow paste secreted by the perineal glands of both male and female civets which is said to have a radiant, velvety, floral scent . . .

Castoreum – Is used to produce a spicy ‘leather’ scent and is a thick paste found in the castor sacs between the pelvis and the base of the tail  of both the male and female beaver.

Hyraceum – also called ‘Africa stone’ is the petrified rock like excrement of the rock hyrax, it’s one animal scent that can be harvested without actually causing any harm to the animal but why oh why would anybody want perfume made from any animals excrement, no matter how ethically it might have been obtained?

Well, I definitely don’t want to be lathering my body in any of those, that’s for sure!

Luckily, I stumbled across an amazing vegan and cruelty free perfume brand last year whilst browsing the lanes of Brighton called Eden perfumes.

Eden Perfumes have hundreds of scents lines up in bottles on their walls that almost perfectly match that of many well known designer fragrances but without any of the cruelty, no animal ingredients, no animal testing and mostly organic, what’s not to love.

I have 3 myself, copies of Chanel No5, Dior’s Poison and Thierry Mugler’s Angel and you really would struggle to tell the difference between the Eden perfumes and the real designer scents.

Not only that but at only £18 for a 30ml bottle if you buy in store of £24 for the luxury lines, you’re saving a fortune!

Cruelty free cost’s less!

Shop online at www.edenperfumes.co.uk

Or head to:

Original Brighton Branch

26 Gardner Street Brighton BN11UP

New London Branch

203 Portobello Road London W111LU