Literally everyone has a dog..
Shops and cafe's, in accord, have no problem with you taking your pooch in to their establishments..
A man can walk down the street with an old fashioned bow and a quiver full of arrows and nobody even bats an eye..
You can wear whatever you like, however outrageous it might be perceived elsewhere and people still smile nicely at you when you pass each other..
Sunset up the Tor is a group event, sometimes strangers share snacks..
The chalice well gardens feel the need to have a sign asking people not to hold group ceremonies or drumming sessions inside the gardens...
It's totally cool to skinny dip in the dark and mystical pool of the white spring, as long as you arrange it with the elusive person who hold the keys to the gate..
Sunrise up the Tor is always memorable, whether you're watching a group of german ladies invoke the maid of avalon in rainmacks or being offered free champagne...
Overhearing other conversations while out for dinner; it's all astral projection, crystal cleansing and soul searching. Whether you're in to that or not, it's still more entertaining than the stuff you usually hear when you're not in hippy glastonbury..
I don't know if I believe in the power of the Ley Lines, but glastonbury is on one and it does have an atmosphere about it which you feel as soon as you get off the bus. A languid sort of feeling comes over you and it feels good!
Glastonbury probably has the largest collection of Indian and Tibetan stuff outside of India and Tibet...
It's so pastoral you feel like you're walking around in a poem..
Various religious and spiritual beliefs seem to rub along very amicably in a way that would be nice for the rest of the world to take note of..
The Tor, that big beautiful hill which once you're up there, literally takes your breath away and makes you forget the back breaking climb to get there..until next time anyway..
The Red Spring and it's surrounding garden, so beautiful, so peaceful and perfect to spend the day reading a book and feeding the blackbirds and magpies..
The White Spring, hidden inside a cave like building, echoing with the roaring sound of the spring bubbling up around you. A deep bottomless looking pool in the centre. You can feel myths coming to life in here..
In short, Glastonbury, I love your beauty, your history, your myths and spirituality. Your tolerance, your hippyness, your fearlessness and your craziness.
You're pretty awesome and I look forward to seeing you again next year.
Xxxx
