|January 7th, 2007
My first adventure this year, solo I might add, on an Antiquarian journey.
Todays destination - Glastonbury Tor. You wouldn't believe what the elements are like today, cold, wet and bloody windy - perfect conditions for such a mission.
As I began the climb fighting the wind I walked through the stones halfway up by the bench, the doorway to the Labyrinth, and opened it with my tiny footsteps.
Onward I pressed towards the top almost getting swept away by gale force.
I'm sat inside the tower on the tor for shelter and I can barelly write the conditions are that extreme but the beauty which surrounds me all over Street and Glastonbury is so impressive and the feeling I get whilst sat here is one of calmness which combined with liberating, I think i'm on my very own journey.
The lush countryside being blown around in the wind seems all the more rich with character and definition today.
People are milling about though not for long as they can't brave the weather, I though am enduring it and now all alone up here on Glastonbury Tor i'm finding peace and solitude. I only took one wrong turn in the car on the way here, pretty impressive considering my sense of direction is slightly off balance.
I had a cup of coffee from the flask before I left the car, just to warm my bones before coming up here. I will look forward to another on my return.
To imagine what it was like up here all those years ago intrigues me. I delve into my mind and take it back. The last Abbot of Glastonbury was hung on this very Tor for what reason I am unclear. The monastic church of St. Micheal which is closely linked to the Abbey in the town fell into ruin after the dissolution of the monasteries.
Posted by Snuzz
9th January 2007ce