I arrived in Glastonbury rather late and so by the time I got to my digs it was time to eat. It was a fair drive from Cornwall to here and I find the motorways boring and tiring, there not as challenging as the twisty roads of the last few days but you still need to concentrate.

I thought that the amount of hippies walking around was just the remains of the festival from a few weeks ago but apparently not. There is a core community of the weird and the wonderful which I found interesting and fascinating. Some look like they have just discovered this life and have thrown away the shackles of the modern world to replace with the hippie uniform however not all seem to be comfortable in their new skin and I always feel they look awkward and a little sad. A little sad because they are searching for something and they just are not able to become content with their own skin.

I had an interesting conversation with a young lady from the new age Cathars. Most of the world seemingly looks through this hologram of life and completely miss the reality of it all and it seems as if the illuminati will soon be getting their comeuppance. This is a new age spirituality which I’m sure is just one of the avenues to explore if you wish to when you come to Glastonbury

However I really only came here to climb up to the Tor which is a spiritual hill in the middle of the town which has a long history. My B & B was close in the heart of town and the Tor was only around a half an hour walk, mind you the it’s a fair old climb to the top and your heart will be racing by the time you reach the top, if it’s not someone will have found you on the path lying in the mud.

I went for coffee and the 100 flying monkeys’ cafe, or something like that where I got a double shot Americano and a scone and took out a second mortgage on the house to pay for it. Just before I left I saw a sad hippie wearing only fancy baggy pants, I have a pair just like them, walk in showing off his lovely new tattoo all down is back. His nipples were standing to attention but I suppose that was nothing to do with the fact it was cold outside. The poor tattooed folks have to make the best of any fine weather, doesn’t matter that it’s cold, I’ve spent a fortune on these things and the world is going to see them.

I thoroughly recommend Glastonbury for the history, the cute hippies and the spiritual diversity or maybe you can just sit and watch the world pass the coffee shop window