Glastonbury

 Monday morning bright and early we said a tearful farewell to Mick and Sue and headed to Glastonbury which is about 25 miles away.

Having parked the car we decided coffee was the first stop, we walked into the main street and into the same tea rooms across from the Abbey that Wazzy and I had frequented in 2016. The service was just as good as last time and so refreshed we began the walk to the Tor.

Those of you who read my 2016 blog will remember it's quite a walk with the trail meandering along country lanes before heading uphill through rolling countryside and then the final steep climb to St Michael's Tower on the top of the Tor.  Every step I took I was reminded of walking the same pathways with Warren and how determined he was to reach the top.

The views across Somerset are amazing and St Michael's Tower is quite awe inspiring. The wildflowers were blooming and there was a gentle breeze blowing, it was quite beautiful.

I was telling Terri about the chap we met at the Tor and how he discussed Ley Lines and explained about the magnetic force where Ley Lines converge and how he showed us the place where the magnetic force moves you backwards. I pulled up the photos I'd taken and tried to find the spot again, Terri was a tad sceptical but I persevered and finally found the spot. When I stood on it it pushed me backwards, yet 12 inches to the side nothing happens. Terri  stood there and she too could feel the tingle and was pushed back.  Video has been taken, so all you sceptics can view it when we get home!!!

After sitting and drinking in the views for a while we headed back down the hill to visit the Chalice Well and the Abbey. The Chalice Well Gardens are magnificent and so peaceful we spent about an hour there and I took a walk through the pilgrims healing pool in King Arthur's Court, the water flows into the pool from the spring which feeds the Chalice Well and is a constant 11 degrees!!

After drying my feet and warming up we headed down to Glastonbury Abbey and spent time wandering around in the ruins where King Arthur is  said to be buried. The Abbey must have been enormous, a village in itself and the trust is doing an incredible job of preserving the ruins and explaining the history of the Abbey.

From Glastonbury we headed to Bath arriving in time for dinner, shower and bed.