Glastonbury: The First Three Weeks! Anti-Cling!

Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!

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For thirty-five years, I was a woman who would cling to the safe, the familiar, and have always been one prone to emotional clinginess…

Now? Three weeks ago, I moved house! I had to prise my own fingers away from that state of clinging terror – and let go…

Wow! On a beautiful day – wild, windy, splintering the crevices in high places with shards of January sun, the swelling breast of the Moon a seductive promise for tonight, Venus winking out love’s sublime ironies – I go through the complex ritual which connects router to phone and, Open Sesame, here I am once more!

I have now lived upon this high spot in Glastonbury, five minutes from the Tor, for three weeks and one day. Since I last wrote, Yule has been and gone, New Year has popped and crackled and whizzed and banged and my birthday has…

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