It was a magical evening shared with magical souls across the realms, the planning for which started over a year ago.

Back early in 2014 we visited Long Meg Stone Circle where we journeyed to the Sidhe realm. We were told they were making preparations for one of their four main festivals of the year… the Festival of the Crow which was held on the second day after the second full moon after the Winter Solstice.

Our intention was to join in with the celebrations that year but we turned up a day late, thinking it would be OK. Of course it wasn’t… as just as in this reality, if you turn up a day late for a party don’t expect much to be going on!

So we had to wait a full year for the big day.

Our party preparations were as predicable as usual, with plenty of forward planning but a large chunk left to the last few hours meaning rushing around and wondering if we were going to pull it off. The worry was misplaced, as it went beautifully.

Jason dressed our sacred woodland close to our home in Anglezarke with bunting, in the company of Crow. With the circle set up and the campfire laid he awaited our arrival, smudge stick and our drum Moorland Whisper in hand.

Laying down on the woodland floor for the first time in many months, I felt at such peace, free from worldly cares and stresses. The fire crackling next to me, the sweet smell of the damp earth and leaf litter. As we journeyed to connect in with the faeries, Stag came and joined us, just briefly, in our reality to see what was going on. It always amazes me that animals are drawn to the sound of our drums, rather than frightened away. We are often serenaded with  bird song, as we were on this night as Robin came to sing with us as we reinstated a stone circle.