Early March and Glastonbury town centre is heaving – it’s the weekend of the Spring Faery Ball. I’m sat outside the Mocha Berry and I spy a dog wearing wings and a red tutu. Carl informs me that ‘the vicar’ (actually Diana, the Church of England’s ‘Avalon Pioneer Minister’) is in the Assembly Rooms wearing … Read more
I love living in Glastonbury, it may only be a small Somerset town but it’s got a rich and long history, a vibrant and colourful community (with many oddballs and eccentrics) numerous myths and stories of magic, King Arthur, early Christianity, plus it gave its name to one of the best music festivals in the … Read more
A couple of weeks ago I was making my way up the High Street on an exceedingly gray morning when I saw this in front of me: This chalk mandala, both beautiful and ephemeral, cheered me up considerably. I snapped a quick photo, and posted it up on the Normal For Glastonbury Facebook Page. Thanks to … Read more
I recently posted a video on my Normal For Glastonbury facebook page of a woman walking down Chilkwell Street. She looks unhurried, calm, in fact totally unremarkable, but for the fact she is naked, in the street, in England, in February. I heard about the naked woman from a friend, she posted on Facebook and … Read more
Wollens feels about as out of the Glastonbury vortex as you can get, it’s on the trading estate, next to the Industrial estate, next door to the gigantic Tesco and opposite KFC and Domino’s Pizza. You could be on the edge of any UK town here, there’s not a crystal shop or a rainbow unicorn to be seen.