Back around April I spent the day in Glastonbury for my friend, Lindy’s, birthday. I remember that it was close to Easter because I noticed the cross in the grounds of the ruined abbey.

Many people believe that Glastonbury is the birth place of Christianity in Britain, Joseph of Arimathea is said to have arrived there on his journeys, spreading the word of Christ. After spending the night on a hill with his followers, Joseph is said to have placed his staff into the ground, it then grew into a hawthorn tree. The tree or its descendant still exists you’ll find it in my Challice Well Garden post.
I didn’t go around the abbey, the time we had didn’t justify the cost on that day, but I’d like to go back.

Around the town, the sights are always colourful, with interesting shop fronts.

Little alleys,

 

and a town centre,

with interesting characters,


and some rather weird signs.


But here’s a good old Church of England to restore some normality!

So, if you’re looking for something alternative Glastonbury is the place for you, it’s the only place I’ve ever been offered cannabis on the street, it was many years ago, perhaps I looked the part, needless to say I didn’t buy it!