On a hazy morning I set out on the road to Glastonbury.I had not gone half a mile when I met two cyclists heading from Lands End to John O Groats. We swapped stories and then I headed towards Burrow Mump which is a ruined hilltop chapel in the Somerset Levels.The landscape is flat and wet with many drainage channels or rhynes. The miles are slow as the landscape is flat and is devoid of any outstanding landmarks. Its a strange thing what goes through your mind at a time like this.Your blisters hurt and there are few distractions to take your mind off them. I started to imagine I was Cary Grant in that scene form North by Northwest where he is attacked by the crop dusting plane, when caught out in the flatlands of the midwest of the USA. No maize for me to hide in just reed beds. Eventually I crossed the levels and saw the Polden hills and Glastonbury Tor in the distance.I climbed up Walton hill where there is the remains of an old windmill and started the decent to Glastonbury by way of Street. I was meeting Jon who had travelled down from Suffolk and would walk with me to Stratton on the Fosse the following day. As I entered Glastonbury it was full of everything "New Age" and seemed to be a magnet for anybody with an alternative view of life. Even my B and B was mystic and it felt like being at a Woodstock convention. Settling into my room I received a text from Jon. " You were the first person I saw as I drove into town, I would recognise that walk anywhere" He also unfairly suggested we could make a fortune selling soap. After meeting up with Jon for drinks and something to eat and planning our route for tomorrow I headed back to my room. Crossing the car park I saw three girls aged about 16 (going on 25). One, as I passed spat on the ground ( not at me I hasten to say) . She then said to me "you look very nice". "Thank you I said that very kind of you". She either had poor eye sight or a sense of humour!!!
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