Hello Adventurers!
Recently I took myself on another adventure to Glastonbury. I chose to visit Glastonbury because I hadn’t been there in over 10 years and it wasn’t too far to get to via public transport from where I am.
Whilst most people these days would associate Glastonbury with its yearly muddy music festival, it has actually long been a place of magic and mystery. It coaxes the curiosities of those seeking spirituality and even pilgrimage. Full of sacred sites and old magic, Glastonbury is the home of many people who celebrate diversity and spirituality. Its often thought that the new age beliefs started here.
First day
Using the technology of Google maps, I found which bus stop I needed to get off at to get to my B&B. There wasn’t a sign on the building so I nervously knocked on the door and which was answered by a gentleman who seemed surprised to see me. He was expecting a French lady (which I am not). After checking my email it turned out for whatever reason I had the entirely wrong B&B name in my head. We had a laugh about it and he gave me directions to my actual B&B. I apologised for the confusion but he was very nice and understanding and I went on my way.
My actual B&B was about a 10 minute walk from where I was which wasn’t an issue in itself however my rucksack was feeling heavy and I could not wait to put it down. On my walk I took in the new environment and relaxed. I arrived at my actual B&B and the owners greeted me and showed me to my room. The room was beautiful and I quickly put my things away so I could go out and do a little bit of exploring.
I headed down the high street and admired the many colourful and unique shops and people along the way. Each person just happily doing their own thing, wearing whatever they wanted without judgement or not even caring if people wanted to judge. I admired the street art and the few people selling their wares on the street such as paintings and handmade jewellery. I started mentally planning the next days activities and noted the opening times for the abbey. I knew the weather forecast was not looking great for the next day but I was determined to fit in as much as I could in that one day. I walked around admiring everything for a couple of hours before finding a pub to have some dinner.
After dinner I did some more exploring making myself familiar with my surroundings. I went back past my B&B and took note of when the Chalice Well and gardens were open and carried on down the road before seeing a sign post for the Tor. I walked up a little way knowing I was not prepared for that walk yet and found the White Springs. It was closed but I could see through the gate the candles that were lit and listened to the sound of the water running through it. I stood there a while mesmerised by the extremely relaxing sound of the water and its echoes and found it extremely hard to walk away from it. This was definitely on my to do list for the next day.
With a plan in place for a day of adventure I went back and retired to my room for the evening.
The Tor
I woke up early the next day and checked the weather on my phone. It was still predicting rain all day but it wasn’t currently raining. After a battle with my brain I got up and had a coffee. I managed to convince myself my main aim was to tackle the Tor and if I didn’t do it there and then, then I wouldn’t do it and my trip would have been for nothing. I got dressed and packed my backpack with what I needed including my water bottle! Confident I had everything I needed I started my trek.
I walked past the White Springs and filled up my water bottle and headed up the road a little bit before turning on to the footpath. It was overcast but not raining, the birds were out singing their morning melody and I took everything in. There were a few campers in the field but not many other people around. I went through the gate and started up the stairs to the Tor.
I had to stop a few times to catch my breath and luckily there were not many people around to witness how unfit I am. Every time I stopped I took the time to look around at the view which was more breath-taking every time I stopped. I eventually made it to the top of the Tor. Out of breath, panting, feeling my heart wouldn’t stop pounding for at least a year, I felt a sense of achievement. Glad I had made myself get out of bed and do this. I looked around at the horizon pinpointing Brean down, Crooks peak, Steep Holm and Brent Knoll mentally planning future walks.
After taking everything in and my heart rate had reduced to its normal state, I started my walk down. I had every intention to go and find a cafe for some breakfast and a well needed cup of tea however, I got distracted by another footpath and decided to follow it to see where it went. I rambled around taking this and that path, listening to the birdsong and all the sights. I thought about how nice it was just to disconnect from the world and reconnect with nature. With the everyday hustle and bustle and the fast pace of this modern world it was just so nice and relaxing to slow it down and forget everything else, just living in the moment.
I had realised I had circled around the bottom of the Tor and came back to where I started my ascent. I saw a few people out and about starting their morning walks and a few just sat taking in the environment and even meditating. Others were grounding themselves by taking off their footwear and connecting with the earth. Not caring what anyone else thought and just taking in nature. I headed back to the B&B to change as my feet and trousers were wet from the early morning rainfall before doing some more exploring.
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If you havent already please check out my other post about my adveture at Weymouth.
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