Mr Gaucho and I are in Somerset for the weekend. It's a nine hour drive to my brother's house. You could fly to Miami in the time it takes to journey down here, but it's well worth the trip! I don't know Somerset at all. It's a county you drive through on the way to the west country, so it's good to spend a bit of time exploring this lovely part of the world.
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.
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.
I love all the vibrant colours and especially the multicoloured drain pipe, what a great way to use up some old paint and brighten up something that is rather boring
ReplyDeleteThere was certainly plenty of colour in Glastonbury, and an interesting range of clothing wandering the streets too! All good fun, and we really enjoyed our visit.
DeleteSuch wacky clothing! I wonder if people visiting Glastonbury arrive in their 'normal' sober outfits, then change into their Glastonbury wardrobe for the time they are there - then leave once more as monochrome versions of themselves. Did you feel out of place there? Or did you take your hippy outfits?
ReplyDeleteFunny you should ask that, because as we walked round I felt distinctly smartly dressed - and I am NOT a smart dresser! It was all fairly predictably I suppose - all those crystals and alternative stuff everywhere. I always enjoy all of that, even though it's not really my thing! Just love eccentricity and enjoy knowing it is still there, especially in an increasingly bland world!! A
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