Yet another early start this morning. Last night Angela checked on the local council website about parking a campervan or motorhome in the Watchet car park. It clearly stated yes you could, just pay for each space your van takes up. Why on earth wasn't this information on the board by the ticket machine? So, we were ready at eight to move Marge across two spaces ready to pay if the parking enforcement officer appeared. Which they did not. We got a freebie Marge. Cheapskates! With no reason to stay in Watchet we departed early taking the A39 to Glastonbury. The drive was much gentler than the last few days and both us and Marge were glad of it. On the approach road we could see Glastonbury Tor in the mizzle. The Park4night app informed us that there were three spaces in the parking area behind the abbey that could accommodate vans up to 6 metres so we headed there. Overnight charge ten pounds. There was one space available. Pull everything in tight Marge we're going in.
Keen to explore we walked along a passageway that led straight on to the high street. We were fascinated immediately by this town. No invasion of chain stores here, just independent outlets selling coloured knitwear and linens, crystals, incense, books and art.
We visited three of the bookshops
amazed at just how many different books were available on subjects' covering
wizardry, witchcraft, crystals, paganism, religion, psychology and much more.
The smell of incense permeated along the street. The smell of patchouli, so intense affected our senses. We loved this town. Let's become
hippies and move here! All around us were individuals who looked like they'd
come to the Glastonbury music festival and never left. And everyone was so
friendly. We really do love you Glasto! Quick move away from all the burning
incense it's starting to go to your heads. Alright Marge. Chill.
Allowing the light rain showers to pass we changed into our walking boots to walk up Glastonbury Tor, topped by the roofless St. Michael's tower.
The mile long walk up was steep and challenging. Ha-ha, payback time for all those inclines you've made me slog up. Alright Marge.
The last few steps were so steep we wished we hadn't forgotten our walking poles. Angela wished she'd not bought her vertigo with her and was worried about the descent.
However the climb was worth it and we were rewarded with spectacular views towards the Mendip hills due north and the field systems of the Somerset levels below.
A strong wind forced us to sit inside the tower where we ate our emergency brownies. Luckily we spotted another path down that seemed gentler.
As we descended we could see the stove pipes protruding from a community of
vans parked below. There were vans parked all around the town, mostly English
but Dutch and German as well. The whole vibe in the area was very laid
back.
Tomorrow we are returning home as we have visitors coming to stay
for a few days. It's all go Marge. Take us home safely please with no funny
business!
