One of my favourite parts of travelling is that moment when the plane comes out of the clouds, the bus turns into the main street, you step out of the train station and see for the first time where you’re going to be for the next few days. Sometimes I think “You’re lovely.” Sometimes I think “Meh”. And once I thought “Now this looks fun.” That one? Glastonbury, where Christian meets pagan, and the results is… interesting.
So let’s start with the Tor, because I did. Climbing up the many steps just before sunset. (300 apparently, more than Bath Abbey Tower! Not as narrow and steep though.) It’s the tower of 14th century church on a hill. It’s also the entry to the land of the bed. The home of a fairy king. Avalon. The resting place of the Holy Grail. The source of two springs, one red, one white. (That one is actually true.)
It does have interesting lighting.
Architecturally, the town it much the same as other English towns, down the market cross at the centre.
But the shops, you have magic supplies, fragance stops, crystal sellers,natural healing, aEarth goddesss statues, a non-toxic hair salon and a place to get your aura energeticised. Everything magical or mystical you might wish.
There are also a lot of churches & chapels. See the story the first Christian church in Britain was built here. (More on that here.) The chruch in the bottom left, although of recent construction, claims a link to that first church.
There are also three other sites of interest the spiritually mind, or anyone actually.
And now some more photos of the tor and its tower to end with, because I did. Climbing up again just at sunrise. It’s a popular place at sunrise.
