A long day out and a long blog

I was woken up by Ray this morning, "Let's get up and go somewhere". This my dear friends is a somewhat rare event in our house. Not the going somewhere bit but the Ray being awake before me bit.

We decided on Glastonbury, place of myths and legends, hippies, pilgrims, King Arthur seekers, money and tourists. The town is full of alternative shops selling everything from organic museli to Buddha statues to tarot cards to bongs.

We decided to walk up the Tor.

Just a bit of a stroll to the top of a hill...

We passed a man carrying his baby in a sling... I told Ray that he would have to be the carrier of our baby-who-will-live when we climb hills. He said that we would stick to flat places for a while when that happens.

Half way up and many, many, many rests along the way I began to question my sanity...
Whose idea was this?

When we reached an altitude where the birds were flying level with our heads I began to question my oxygen supply.

And then an elderly couple passed us on their way down and I began to question my fitness level.

Are we nearly there yet?

Oh thank goodness.

Hmm... is that all there is?


We rested for a while, took in the incredible view and then walked (or in my case limped, bloody plantar heel fascist) into the town to visit the abbey ruins.

Quite impressive.

Although not religious I can appreciate the impact this place would have had on early pilgrims.

Quite atmospheric.

Ray decided that he had something to preach...
And also that he would quite like to be worshipped...
Yes dear, that will be happening one of these days I'm sure.

We drove home and stopped at our favourite Indian restaurant for a takeaway. I would have posted a photo of our lovely meal but it wouldn't stay on the plate long enough.

Oh and just to prove that spring really is coming to England...