Thanks for popping in.
We walked into Glastonbury today, and boy! Was it sunny!
We were all walking on the shady side of the street
and scantily clad.
Here we see one of the locals on his way to the office.
not quite sure where he keeps his spare change…
Glastonbury is pretty, special and different.
It’s the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year tomorrow.
So people from all over the world have converged on this little town – and not just for the festival, which starts in a couple of days time. Most of them are heading for Stone Henge, quite nearby, but plenty of them are meeting in Glastonbury at the Tor too.
We skirted the bottom of the hill,
because Dave wanted to drink the sacred water from the White Well healing springs, an ancient bathing pool and underground temple. Thought it might do his arthritis a bit of good.
It’s very dark in the temple, and it takes a while to adjust your eyes.
Now I don’t know whose eyes adjusted faster, mine or Dave’s, but I soon figured out that there were plenty of butt naked people having a dip and a sip! I didn’t know whether to sit down with them or beat a retreat! And did Dave have a drink?
YMBFJ! he exclaimed. “What, with all those armpits and body parts? Why would I start drinking somebody’s bath water?!”
So we trundled back up the hill to the campsite,
far away from the madding crowd.
It was a splendid day indeed.
If it weren’t so swelteringly hot,
we might have even climbed to the top.
We did 16,000 steps as it was!
And I kept my kit on !!!!
And Dave. Typical farmer. Wouldn’t even wear shorts!
Love & hugs,