Wonderful Women of Widdershins Hill!

Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!


Before I start this post, I should like to explain something: At present, a huge emotional boil is in the process of bursting. Not before time, I might add: It is a tragedy it ever got to this size. I dip in and out of fury and intense sadness.


I love my life here in Glastonbury – and, during the times when this inner boil/volcano is not seeping, weeping and erupting, I am aware of being happier, and more fulfilled, than I have been for a very long time.

I have been blessed with a number of wonderful women neighbours, a sisterhood of feisty survivors who, like me, flew up the hill, in part at least, to escape some form of abuse and through whom, without exception, the light shines strongly through the cracks.

J, A, M, A, J: This perfect palindrome of female friendship has given me back…

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