I have been meaning to continue with my travel photos, but first had to scan them to my computer and then transfer them to my site. I don’t often scan, but when I do, it is a new learning experience for me.
This day was just weird for me. Not bad, but strange. Waiting for the Tor and abbey to open to the public, my daughters and I sat in a nearby establishment and had some coffee. But it was like sitting in the middle of a war, except you couldn’t see what was being thrown around, but you were aware of “things” going past. Not thrown with evil intent, but with definite and pointed intent. We moved our seats but that didn’t help. It was uncomfortable. Found out later there was a witches convention being held that day. As soon as we entered through the gates and into the grounds, it was like a blanket of peace descended.
Next are photos of the old abbey, chapel and grounds. Repair was being done inside the old abbey, and every time I entered, I burst into tears. No idea why, but the tears would stop as soon as I exited. I went in again, and the same thing happened. Still no idea why. I tried to see if I could “get” an emotion, or an image, but so much “noise” came through I got nothing. I was too embarrassed and overcome to enter a third time and cry through until I “found” something. Besides, I hate when people stare at me.
This was the kitchen. Another weird thing happened to me here. My attention was drawn to the floor beneath the window. There was a “spirit” boy, about ten, lying there. When I left the room, I leaped out the door with the exuberance of a ten year old boy, (my daughter looked at me like I was a old fool) and I knew the spirit boy left with me. Weird, I know.
Leaving, and entering back into the town of Glastonbury.
I hope you enjoyed this little tour. Glastonbury isn’t all that far from Stonehenge and Avebury, so if you visit one, you really should allow time to visit them all.