The small group of priests make there way to the edge of the ancient temple circle of Woodhenge. Here is out of the way, far less in the public eye and perception than its more famous but younger sibling, Stonehenge, which lies but a short distance away as the crow flies – and today there are many crows cawing, exploring, chasing off the threat of beautiful majestic buzzards. The sky is a perfect azure blue, barely a cloud to be seen, and even as the Priest turns to the east, …