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I enjoyed midsummer at a rented beachside cottage in the Sk\u00e5ne village of Bj\u00e4rred, north of Malm\u00f6, <\/em>with Swedish friends. We ventured to the local church to enjoy the dancing round a midsummer pole decorated with vibrant blue and red flowers, with many local residents adorned in intricately decorated flower crowns. After taking a dip in the \u00d6resund strait along the long jetty with its bathhouse, we towelled off to indulge in deliciously sweet strawberries and sip Briska ciders into the late hours of daylight. We spent the afternoon paddling with one foot in the Baltic and the other in the North Sea at the top of Grenen, North Jutland<\/a>, Denmark. Then, we headed southwards along the beaches and through the sand dunes to Skagen to enjoy the midsummer celebration at Vippyfyret, where many hundreds gathered, having travelled mostly on foot or by bicycle to experience an evening of music with songs and recital. Artists, composers and poets were among the throng round a great bonfire which was a sight to behold. Guardian Travel readers’ tips<\/strong><\/p>\n Every week we ask our readers for recommendations from their travels. A selection of tips will be featured online and may appear in print. To enter the latest competition visit the readers’ tips homepage<\/a><\/p>\n –<\/p>\n For an easy midsummer escape from Stockholm, Vaxholm is unbeatable. A fast ferry gets you to the archipelago\u2019s capital in under an hour. My tip is to spend the afternoon exploring the town, with its classic Falu-red wooden houses and gardens overflowing with flowers. But don\u2019t take the last ferry back. Instead, find a spot by the water and watch as the midsummer sun refuses to set, bathing the islands in golden, pink light for hours. It\u2019s a simple, accessible way to experience the magic of Sweden\u2019s endless daylight without straying far from the city. Last summer, while having a break in Valencia, I found out Spanish people mark 23 June as the beginning of summer by celebrating the festival of San Juan<\/a>. For a few nights around the actual date of San Juan, bonfires, wine and music on the beaches seemed to go on until dawn. The local family I was staying with invited me to choose some old furniture to burn on a beach bonfire and helped me throw it on before we danced round the fire holding hands and singing songs to pagan gods to burn the evil of the previous year! We barbecued anchovies and sausages we had bought at Valencia\u2019s marvellous Mercado Central at midnight before throwing ourselves into the Med at 2am \u2013 a feelgood way to celebrate midsummer, full of food, friendship and fire! I\u2019ve really enjoyed Ride to the Sun<\/a> \u2013 a 100-mile overnight bike ride from Carlisle to Edinburgh held on 21 June. It\u2019s inclusive, joyous, community-filled and fabulous. From the Moffat chippy queue to the midnight rave to the toasting of the sunrise on Cramond beach, it\u2019s the best way to spend the shortest night. We stumbled upon the midsummer Noche de San Juan in Cudillero in Asturias. Religious processions gave way to paganistic bonfires where people tossed mementoes of their year to forget. Next up were fireworks and a Brazilian samba troupe. Locals explained that the mayor could justify the expense because it was a prerequisite of getting re-elected. After midnight we headed to the beach for a party fuelled by calimocho<\/em> (red wine and cola, don\u2019t ask). We retired at 8am for a breakfast of chorizo and fried eggs just as a live DJ started up. Our midsummer stay in Le Pin, a hamlet in southern France between Bordeaux and Toulouse was rich with natural wonders, not always seen but very much heard. From shrieking swifts diving through the 19th-century market hall in nearby Auvillar to a turtle dove purring beside a rural road, it was this bird lover\u2019s idyll. We heard nightingale melodies throughout the day as well as after dark, and caught the calls of cirl buntings, hoopoes and black redstarts. And it wasn\u2019t just birds. One night, crickets and frogs provided a chirruping and croaking medley \u2013 a memorable midsummer nocturne. Hiring a bike and exploring Paris for F\u00eate de la Musique<\/a> was a brilliant way to spend an urban solstice. Every year on 21 June, the city turns into one big free festival, with stages of all sizes springing up outside famous landmarks and local neighbourhood bars. Beginning in the heart of the city to catch some psychedelic guitar outside the Centre Georges Pompidou, we then pedalled past brass ensembles outside jazz bars near Jardin du Luxembourg, classic French techno along the banks of the Seine and scuzzy metal bands in squares of the 13th arrondissement. In the golden light of midsummer, Serralunga d\u2019Alba\u2019s rolling vineyards (about 35 miles south-east of Turin) come alive. Staying at Cascina Meriame<\/a>, a working winery with panoramic views, I savoured barolo and barbaresco wines during intimate tastings led by passionate hosts. Evenings were spent watching the sun set over the Langhe Hills, a Unesco world heritage site, while enjoying local cheeses and nebbiolo wines. The nearby medieval castle added a touch of history to the serene landscape. For a tranquil midsummer retreat blending culture, cuisine and nature, this Piedmont gem is unparalleled. We travelled to Gr\u00edmsey from Akureyri for the island\u2019s summer solstice festival. Arriving early, we hiked to the marker sign and received official certificates to confirm we had crossed the Arctic Circle. Celebrations began at Krian<\/a>, the only restaurant on the island, and continued well into the night at the schoolhouse. The drink flowed and there was a treasure hunt, dancing, traditional songs and homemade food. Families came together for picnics on the wildflower-covered hillsides, outdoor chess tournaments were played at midnight and, local or stranger, all were welcomed. It was truly magical.
Caitlin<\/strong><\/p>\nA party on Denmark\u2019s northern shores<\/h2>\n
Mal Jones<\/strong><\/p>\nPink light at midnight near Stockholm<\/h2>\n
Pamela<\/strong><\/p>\nFood, friendship and fire in Valencia<\/h2>\n
April<\/strong><\/p>\nCycle to the sun \u2026 or just Edinburgh<\/h2>\n
Vicky<\/strong><\/p>\nRed wine and cola on the beach in Asturias<\/h2>\n
Kieran<\/strong><\/p>\nA French midsummer nocturne<\/h2>\n
Sharon Pinner<\/strong><\/p>\nBands on every corner, Paris<\/h2>\n
Lizzy C<\/strong><\/p>\nThe golden light in Italy\u2019s Piedmont<\/h2>\n
Mr Ifan Morgan ap Dafydd<\/strong><\/p>\nWinning tip: a fine place for a picnic, northern Iceland<\/h2>\n
Elizabeth<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n