No, not the festival. Out of season of course. No this was a visit to the Abbey and Glastonbury Tor. First, the Abbey. The Abbey is like most others, a ruin. But ruined abbeys, especially with a background of pure blue sky like today, are really very attractive.
Attached is a small museum with various items from archaeological digs in the vicinity.
Then onto Glastonbury Tor. A small chapel, now tower only, is perched up on the "Tor" a strangely stark lump in an otherwise very flat plain. Well they aren't called the Somerset Levels for nothing. And being flat they are pretty prone to flooding. Having climbed this, one is inevitably impressed that anyone did manage to build a church up here. Think of the effort of getting the stone up here.
A rather late visit, just before sunset.
Of course, being Glastonbury, the village near the Tor is full of mystic groups and Arthurian shops. The epicentre for weirdos. Feel those ley lines and their mystical energy; see the bad hair and clothes; imagine those therapy sessions; calculate the psychiatric bills.
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