Glastonbury

When we left Stratford, we thought the drive to Glastonbury wouldn’t be too difficult. We were wrong. Rain and traffic foul-ups held us up so long that the owner of the Parsnips B&B had called Jan, our travel expert, to see if we were still on the way. Eventually we made it, moved in, found a pub open on Sunday night for dinner, and crashed.

We learned a lot about Somerset and Glastonbury while we were there from Linda and Lloyd, the B&B owners. They were great hosts and pointed us to the Glastonbury Tor and the Glastonbury Abbey our first morning there. We didn’t see ghosts of Arthur or Guinevere, and our timing was wrong to catch the Glastonbury Thorn in bloom. But the climb to the top of the Tor was fun. What a view!

However, we didn’t visit the Chalice Well. That part of the Glastonbury legends wasn’t for us. The Goddess Festival was approaching, and judging from the number of aging hippies we saw on the street, we wouldn’t have fit in with the crowd.

One fun part of our visit was stopping at the Wells Reclamation Yard on one of our drives around Somerset. That was an unexpected treat, and I still want to have one of those chimney pots in my back yard!

Another little side trip was to Somerton, a small market town like the Cotswolds towns we visited, but built with different stone. On the way back to Glastonbury, we stopped in Street; not on the street but in Street, another small town. This time we drove through the old center, then stopped at a newer shopping center/outdoor mall. Interesting to see all the chain stores there.