There is nothing lovelier than long, light evenings, and in Sweden – where the endless sunny days around the solstice contrast with the darkness and sparkly fairy lights of their other favourite festival, Christmas – the locals make a point of celebrating Midsummer.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’