That time of year again, on the slow celestial curve that brings us to the deepest horizon line.
Here as the days run, collapsing themselves into grey sky's, cold clouds and naked trees. What better to do but put on your boots, load up the PA, fill the geny and trek to the most exposed destination you can find.
Yes. Its that time of year (in the South Island at least) when the true school head to the hills to generally freeze their butts off to the sounds of pounding dance music.
While civilised people wait for the snow and go skiing to relieve the winter doldrums. More suitable to the sensibilities of few is the ancient and pagan ritual of dancing in the dark with the demons of the night
A deep established tradition of the southern dance'core. Winter Solstice is a destination on the downbeat of the annual cycle of sun and planet.
