Climbing Glastonbury Tor: Overworked!

Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!

Should have been so easy, that climb, nothing like the daily toil; instead, however, I emerged dripping with sweat and feeling decidedly overworked! Read on…

Yesterday was so beautiful that my morning stroll with Jumble segued, quite naturally, into a two hour plod up lovely lanes and then up one side of Glastonbury Tor. I could lie, edit madly – and lay claim to the epitome of transcendent experiences. But I am not going to.

It was, in places, more nightmare than twinkling visit to the Faery Realms. It hurt. I was scared. I got very tense and feared that I would fall, or be dragged, over. Far from showing the world a far-away, otherworldly smile – as I wafted up in a cloud of Patchouli – I was snarling, snapping, hauling on the dog’s lead for dear life and crab-stepping my way down the precipitous steps as if…

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