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  • This will be the last story I write until I come home from Marrakesh next Thursday.

    When I worked for the Pre School Learning Alliance, I went to Glastonbury for a weekend's Special Educational Needs course, just after Samantha graduated from University.

    We were given rooms in a nunnery over looking these haunting, ruined towers of Glastonbury Abbey.

    I thought, first of all that the abbey must have been ruined by Cromwell's Roundheads, but I found out that it was ruined in a fire as far back as 1184, and then ransacked for its silver

    I was fascinated to find out that according to legend, around the year 524, King Arthur was taken to Glastonbury (Avalon) to have his wounds healed at the monastery, but died and was buried very deeply on the south side of the Lady Chapel, between two stone pyramid.

    Christian legends tell us that after the crucifixion of Jesus, Joseph of Arimathea brought the Holy Grail to Britain- (the cup used by Christ at the Last Supper and later by Joseph) to catch his blood at the crucifixion. He is said to have buried the Grail at the foot of the Tor at the entrance to the Underword where the Chalice Well now stands.

    So many legends both Christian and New Age in such a small town!

    I had no time to explore whilst I was on the intensive course, but I vowed to bring my family to Glastonbury one day.

    image: my quick water colour sketch of the ruined Glastonbury Abbey.
  • A month later I took Dem, Sam and Jacques for a picnic up the 158m/518 ft high Glastonbury Tor.

    We climbed the cone shaped hill to reach St Michael's Tower where the veil between the worlds is said to be very thin.

    The view certainly felt magical to me.

    The climb was not too bad because the pathway went around the circling terraces of the Tor.

    The Tor is said to be the home of Gwyn ap Nudd, the Lord of the Underworld and King of the Fairies, and a place where the fairy folk live.

    1st Image: me, my daughter Sam and son Dem on top of the Tor

    2nd Image: the view framed by St Michael's Tower arch way.
  • They say that on a misty day you can experience for yourself what it must have been like when Glastonbury was an island.

    We had a very sunny day and it was certainly a magical day for me and my family even though I am not quite sure if I believe the legends.
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