Our Lady Joan Mastodon smiled. Oh Sir Gregory, look at yourself, all New-Agey in your handwoven cloak and with the Gandalf stick. Sorry, my friend, there ain't no summer solstice today. Your excursion to Stonehenge is a little premature.
You've been reading Pepys again, haven't you, Greggsy. I agree, there's no better reading than Sam's diary. No better reading, Greggsy. But Sam counted differently. Everyone has since switched to the newfangled Gregorian calendar, don't you know. You of all people should be pleased about that, Sir Gregory!
Be that as it may, you do look great in that cloak of yours, Greggsy. Release your inner Gandalf, my friend, solstice or not.
And so they bantered through the rainy pre-solstice night. How we miss our Lady Joan.