We had a bit of a fiasco getting here last night.
M25 fine, M3 fine, A303 fine,
|Dave the Caravan Man|
waved to Stonehenge on the right
Glastonbury 361 – came to a standstill.
5 hours sat sitting in the car, not moving.
Popularly known as gridlock traffic,
or a pain in the bum if you come from Gillingham!
Ah well, fortunately we had bought some food from Waitrose at a truck-stop en route, so Dave and I just munched and drank our way through the night.
Finally parked up at 2am.
We aren’t even staying on the Festival Site!!
No no no….
But the campsite we are staying at is delightful.
Very very lovely, and oh so quiet!
Very grateful not to be dragging our tackle through the mud…
We are about a mile from the iconic Glastonbury Tor,
so that’s where we hiked this afternoon.
On the way, Dave showed me things a townie like me would never see, like the badger runs and tracks.
Ancestral byways, he called them.
Been there for many, many decades….
An oak tree hit by lightning.
See the pink flash in the distance?
That’s the festival site.
So we went off in the opposite direction,
mostly uphill, but OH!
What a view!!
Let me tell you a little about the Tor.
The Tor is the hill, known as a Holy Hill,
and the tower on top is St Michael’s Tower,
from the 14th century. The Tor is mentioned in Celtic Mythology and has strong links to King Arthur.
Glastonbury Tor is also home to Gwyn ap Nudd,
King of the Fairies,
which may explain why it felt so magical up there on top of the world.
|Spot his house on the hill….|
At one point, Dave and I were sitting on a bench way above the world, looking out over the Somerset Levels,
and enjoying how the Festival site in the distance was bathed on glorious sunshine.
I became aware of something very strange:
below us, like a freeze frame, nothing moved.
The sheep and lambs stood still, the cows in the fields,
even the rooks in the trees sat motionless.
And not just for a split second.
I kept looking for a movement, a twitch, a flutter,
Finally, a lamb broke the spell and gambolled across the meadow.
and felt like an hour.
Leonie texted me to say they have landed too,
and have set up their tents.
So we will go meet up tomorrow.
But for today, I have to tell you,
the quiet and the solitude was remarkable – almost uncanny.
And did I bring my craft stash?
Nope. Not a thing.
Don’t forget I eat it breathe it all day every day –
ask Leonie if she brought her inks and stamps with her!!
I think I know what she’ll say too!!
But I did buy a crossword puzzle book in the campsite shop
this morning !!!
Life is for living.
love and peace,