Touching Avalon

France & Vincent

Glaston weekend 086Waking to a glorious morning on Sunday there was only one thing to do. You can’t go to Glastonbury for more than a day and not climb the Tor. The weather had been wild overnight and the wind was still high, but here the sun shone and the land was green and beautiful… and I needed to blow the cobwebs away.

The Tor is an island in many ways, some obvious, some perhaps less so. Once upon a time, it was called Ynys Witrin, the Isle of Glass.  Maybe the name came from the water that surrounded it, reflecting the terracing of the processional way in its surface like a vision of the Otherworld.  Perhaps it refers to the manner in which this hill lifts you higher than your feet can tread to a place where you seem to see into the mirror of the soul. Certainly, it reflects the…

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