Glastonbury

I went to primary school in Glastonbury before moving briefly to France (a subject for another blog) and always look forward to going back, especially in time for the summer solstice.

As well as the obligatory stomp up to the top of the Tor, which was a regular Sunday after lunch activity growing up, we spent the afternoon wandering around the high street, visiting every shop with even vaguely witchy connotations.

With arms full of books, incense, and even the odd crystal, we retreated to The George & Pilgrims for a well deserved pint, before wandering back to the hotel.

Expect to see the results of the trip in future prints.