Home to the favourite festival, but also Very Old (a Neolithic town), with an abbey and a
magic hill (the Tor), reputably owned by a fairy (though officially looked after by the National Trust). Glastonbury is also associated with King Arthur & Avalon, though I'm not sure what the links are.
Here is my lovely Mum, about to enter the Stone Age (a minerals and crystals shop, great name). On the right is the Library Of Avalon. Sadly closed, so I couldn't find out the Arthur-Glasto link.
Lots of the shops and cafes were down twisty passageways -
The charity shops were good - I got these Marks & Spencer sailor trousers (tag still on, price cut off) for £4. My Mum got a linen White Stuff scarf for £3.99. Score.
I also bought some cider for Mr SS, and a smudge stick as a gift for our house, which is either exceedingly grumpy or housing malevolent spirits. I shall smoke them out!
We climbed the Tor, it did feel quite magical. And high.
Nearly there -
Here I am at the top, with shadows giving me square legs.
The views were beautiful -
Lovely green-ness -
Today (Tuesday) I wore my Magical Trousers (as they shall now be known). Yes, you do have to undo most of the buttons to get them on & off! No drinking pints of cider in these trousers ;-)
Worn with my Singapore Airlines scarf, a charcoal jersey tee and Red Shoes of Awesomeness.
Close up of the pattern. I love it.
Two random thoughts 1) I've missed wide leg trousers, they feel reassuringly flappy. 2) I felt rather French today, for no reason.
Any random thoughts from you?