Life in the Oddest Town in England
I finally ventured into Mark’s shop ‘Sonus Magus’ to talk about music, Glastonbury and autism. I began by asking ‘what brought him to Glastonbury?’
It feels like everyone in Glastonbury has entered hibernation this Winter.
Lots of twinkly lights and tasteful trees, some tinsel, a stuffed fox in a cape and a fairy infestation.
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.
Looking for a unique, handmade and beautiful Christmas / Yule / Winter Solstice gift for someone who loves Glastonbury? There are loads of very talented artists craftspeople, musicians and other creatives making stuff in this town. So, I’ve assembled a list of presents that are available to buy by mail order for those of you … Read more
Wearyall Hill
November the 1st, a cold snap in the air and the mists of Avalon lay thickly around as we climbed Wearyall Hill to the remains of the Holy Thorn. Tor Webster had invited me along to check out ‘Tor’s Tour of the Tor’. I was accompanying a lady from San Francisco who was on Tor’s week long guided tour. Tor is such a great Glastonbury character that I knew there would be material for the blog, and besides, he’d promised me a free lunch.
Wow! What a fantastic day the Wild Hunt Samhain Celebration was. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves, click on them to view full size. All photos copyright Vicki Steward. Please ask if you wish to use them. Please share this post if … Read more
Thoughts after chatting to Morgana I was feeling a bit overwhelmed after launching my blog – within 24 hours my first post ‘What’s Normal for Glastonbury?’ had been viewed by over a 1000 people, and reached 2000 within 48 hours. I was getting incredibly enthusiastic feedback on Facebook, friends were sharing it with their friends … Read more
The Rifleman’s Arms in Chilkwell Street, Glastonbury, is a proper pub. It’s the pub I measure all other pubs against, if there’s a Platonic Ideal of Pubs then the Rifle’s, as it is affectionately known, is it. I first drank in there when I came to the town for the 8.8.88 Free Festival on the Tor, and when I moved to Glastonbury in 1993 it became my ‘local’. The pub has buckets of atmosphere with its dimly lit, low ceilinged 16th Century front bar, stone mullioned window frames, old wooden tables and roaring log fires in Winter.
While rummaging in Daisy May’s secondhand shop I was very excited to find a dusty old vellum scroll secreted under some old mattresses, upon unrolling it I discovered it to be an ancient map of Glastonbury, which bore an uncommon resemblance to my own ‘Glastonbury Town Tourist Map’. It’s remarkable to see how little the … Read more