Quest number three completed

On Saturday afternoon the Munchkin returned home with his mother, which meant that we had time to get everything ready for the move to Home Farm the following day, where Kay and I will stay for the next four weeks.

The drive out from the Haven site on Sunday morning was quite an interesting manoeuvre, trying to get a 30 foot RV with car and trailer around some of the sites tight corners while trying to avoid the low hanging trees had us on our toes.

We arrived back a bit too early at Home farm, well it was literally just around the corner, but we were feeling drained after the week at Haven and we looked forward to a relaxing time swimming, walking and visiting new places.

So on Monday morning with the sun beating down on us, we headed out for Glastonbury Tor to complete one of the challenges we had previously set ourselves.

We arrived quite early and spent an hour looking around Glastonbury town before we jumped on the Tor bus at the main car park and in a few minutes were dropped off at the base of the Tor.

We climbed the steepest side of the Tor, but Kay soon found that the steep drop gave her vertigo and the last few steps I’m sure she did with her eyes shut. The views were tremendous we could see right across the Somerset levels to the Brent Knoll, the coast and over to the Cheddar Gorge.

Glastonbury Tor

The easy bit

Kay's pleased of the seat half way up

At the top at last

The Tor is 158 meters high with the ruins of St Michael’s church at its summit. Its history and its relevance to religious folklore is tremendous, from Stone Age mother earth worship and the Arthurian legends to the rich Christian history and much, much more. Go to this link for all the information you will ever need. http://www.glastonburytor.org.uk/

Brent Knoll in the distance

The sheep made it notice the heart in the field

On the way down

At the bottom a masons mark or something more magical?

After a short walk about the crest of the Tor we headed down the gentler side to the Chalice Well at its base in the Chalice Gardens.

Now I’m no tree hugger (well my idea of communicating with nature is a stroll in the park and the only fairies I’ve ever seen hovered around the gents WC) but this place is a haven for the weird and whacky. Advertised as a place of peace and tranquillity we found it really was just that. It was beautiful with the flowers and their scents that over power your senses as you stroll through the gardens. But at every turn we were met by either a bunch of wicker witches meditating or a tree hugger squatted in the lotus position mumbling some mantra or other. I was sorely tempted to start my own, hoping they would copy it.

Ohwah….Tajer….. Kyham,      Ohwah….Tajer….. Kyham,       Ohwah….Tajer….. Kyham,   Ohwah….Tajer….. Kyham.  Gradually getting faster and faster until they got the message………… Oh what a Jerk I am.

The Chalice Well

A tree Hugger Ahummmm

Lions head fountain

The gardens

After the peaceful tranquillity of the Challis Gardens and tasting the spring water from the lions head fountain I would definitely recommend this place as a somewhere to visit, even though I’m no new age tree hugger. To discover more about the Chalice Gardens go to this link http://www.chalicewell.org.uk/

We took the Tor bus back to the town centre and went for lunch at one of the best Fish & Chip shops in the UK “Knight’s of Glastonbury” (so after all the walking and climbing exercise, plus we managed to get a swim in on our return to Home Farm, I still think the Cod & Chips I had are winning on the calorie countdown)

Knight's fish & Chips

Grow your own Weeed!
Has Glastonbury gone to pot?

The George & Dragon

Burn's the Bread
I hope not!

The High Street

Colourful

In Glastonbury you will meet more Hippies in one day than you will encounter all year, though I think it all adds to the colour of the town where busking musicians are abound as are the shops selling everything from hippy clothes, whacky backky, incense, magic crystals to Tarot cards and palmistry, it’s a new age travellers dream shopping centre.

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