Longest day

After hearing about Stonehenge on the radio I realised that I have kept the vigil for the sunrise on the solstice. Not by choice so much as it's my job.
Mind you, the sun only really dips below the horizon this far north, it doesn't really get dark until late August. Not the full insomnia 24 hour daylight but certainly not proper night.
There's quite a few bits of this job that seem to hark back to more interesting times. There's a gate guardian (a mostly decommissioned aircraft – in this case a GR4 bomber) near the front gate that either says "THIS IS WHAT WE DO!!!!!" or that sits there, holding back the evil spirits (and reporters).
Reminds me of the Snow Ball at uni one year. Happened to be on the winter solstice and it was a beach party so people were dressed in their summer clothes and were stomping around to heavy drums with small flame throwers going off in the background. Drums, fire and summer clothes to bring back the sun. Nice.
Tomorrow we dress up in our finery (kiltage!) and dance (drink and eat) until the sun comes up, possibly making merry and "cavorting like the Greeks of old - you know the ones I mean!"
I'll try to get some photos for you all, but not sure about the bungee running and laser tag. It's the Mess ball, in case you were wondering.