Many things have happened, most of all the realisation that 30 mins every odd day blogging is a pain in the ass and it's 30 minutes less I have to spend bathed in the LCD glow of my laptop. My skin is not looking so good.
So while the wife is away in Barcelona, and I'm free from caffeine addled ravings for 72 sweet sweet hours, here's the skinny.
I've been back to the UK to ensure my girl doesn't leave me, we'll see how long that holds, and to beat the visa system somewhat. Work was insanely busy of course, but I managed to hold back a weekend to retreat to Glastonbury with my lady. Jet lag and workaholism had me weary so it took until Sunday for me to wake up a bit.
The only B&B in town with rooms was run by Hare Krishna disciples, something I only twigged when I spotted the orange curtains, pics of indian folk and the odd deity dotted around the house, then finally, the annoyingly repetitive musical mantras they played us for breakfast. They were kind and friendly people though, and made us feel very Hare relaxed and Rama comfortable. I believe it was about 25 Krishnas per person per night, not bad.
We saw Bath, a dump apart from the Roman bits, and the only decent food is the French Bistro round a back street near the Abbey, book a table. We went up to the Tor at midnight in the full moonlight. Of course there were the space cadets up there talking about UFOs, it adds to the magic of the place, but the real show was mist rising from the fields down in the Levels, lifting away from the grass and pouring slowly and gradually downhill over bushes and trees then disappearing.
Worthy Farm minus the Glastonbury Festival
Glastonbury Abbey
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