We are staying a few miles from the town of Glastonbury. The Glastonbury music festival takes place across the farmland to the north of my brother's home, and while it is pretty unlikely I will ever get the chance to go to the festival, I did think a visit to the town would be fun. We were not disappointed. It is an interesting place, full of crystals, curious clothing and colour.
It seems rather fitting that, close to mystical Glastonbury, there is masses of mistletoe, growing in the trees, all across the farmland and cider apple orchards. Long ago, mistletoe was considered to be a plant of peace. If enemies met by chance beneath it in a wood, they laid down their arms and kept a truce until the next day. This could be the origin of the ancient custom of hanging a ball of mistletoe from the ceiling and exchanging kisses under it, as a sign of friendship and goodwill.
As we drove through the lanes to and from Glastonbury, we passed a stretch of newly laid hedging. As we stopped to look at such a great example of this old country skill, a lovely green woodpecker flew off through the orchard, on the other side of the hedge.