I hope you will forgive the very fuzzy quality of these snaps. They were taken just to give you an idea of how light it is at night at the moment. At 11pm, we can still see green fields, mauve rhododendrons, ripening barley on a far hillside…and pale blue and lemon sky. It really is daylight until after eleven, when it suddenly falls to deep dusk.
I love these short summer nights, when I go to bed before a single star can be seen, while the bats flicker around the eaves of the castle. It can be hard to fall asleep, though, and the sun wakes me early despite the shutters on the windows.
Humans, like other animals, must surely be designed to sleep less in the summer and more in the winter. It’s a pity that the working culture we have built for ourselves makes no allowances for natural rhythms! The white nights of the true north must be hard to take, I always think: at least we get two or three hours of more-or-less-darkness between dusk and dawn.
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