Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Glastonbury II

I had decided before I ever reached England that I would of course be making a pilgrimmage of my own to Glastonbury. It was a bloody painful one as it turned out! Glastonbury is somewhat off the beaten track...

So... get up around 5am, shower, munch some food and grab the packed lunch we'd made the night before. Find the train station. Work out how to get on the trains (unlike the subway, the doors don't open automatically and until you've seen someone get onto a train it's easy to stand there like a tired gormless idiot and wonder if it's just pausing to makeup time). Get to London and walk to the tube to cut across town from Fanshawe to Victoria. Walk to the Coach terminal and buy a ticket. Try not to yawn....
Sit on coach in morning, London rush-hour traffic which eases as get out onto the M-something and hit the first lot of roadworks. Damn but I love NZ roadworks. Nothing compares to bloody Britsh single-mindedness as they close several k' of motorway down to a single lane only for you to creep past a couple of meters of minor roadworks in the centre that barely needs coning off....
Finally arrive in Bristol hours late. Catch a bus from there to Glastonbury. Wonder why the towns as often as not lacks both road signs and town names. Try not to fall asleep and hope the bus driver will remember to tell you when you're there.

At around 1pm hit Glastonbury. Spend a couple of quid and pick up one of the numerous street maps/historical/mythical guides etc...

Wander around a pretty little new-age town and find your way to the Abbey (the oldest in England). It's a gorgeous place with it's own little museum. The buildings are remarkably intact given their age and you can still stand on the spot of K.A.'s tomb.

Then go for a walk out to the Chalice Well. Also very new-agey and linked into the Joseph of Arimathea and King arthur myths. (as the celtic/christian narratives became interlinked). Peaceful and beautiful.

Then hike up the hill of Glastonbury Tor. Being used to NZ and having interpreted directions and a gate-post sign slightly incorrectly I ended up hiking through several sheep fields to find the path but I can assure you that's not necessary. It was funny actually as the flocks of sheep kept baaing at me in a threatening manner...
Up top the view is gorgeous and the remaining tower of the church is very, very old. The Tor is also part of the leyline running up to the Clava Cairns in Scotland that I visited.

> Catch bus from Glastonbury to Wells. Discover that you mis-read the timetable slightly and that the bus service from Wells to Bristol is really truly crap. Wait for well over an hour for the bus and keep wondering if you should be wandering through Wells or if you'll get lost just as the bus is due. Finally get to Bristol, thn ctach a coach to London..... Arrive in London bloody late at night, starving and wanting to contact your bf who's on the other side of the world. Find an open late internet cafe. Have a gorgeous Italian meal. Catch the tube to Fanshawe and walk to the train station. Miss the train. Wait for the final train (around 12.30). Get to the end of the line and walk home. Fall into bed around 2am...

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