Tuesday – May 25
As difficult as the last ride was, going to Glastonbury was a dream. Small back roads, all flat, and we arrive by 10:30 am. We set up camp and head for the town center. There is a small open-air marketplace, fruits, vegetables, some clothes. We head up the main street.
This street is paved with incense and crystals. Think Sedona, then multiply it exponentially. Every other shop we pass is some sort of mystic, crystalline, herbal, wican, shaman toting, faery dancing, goddess-within-you, alfalfa sprouting “healing” center. They offer everything from chakra healing to colon cleansing, and that's quite a span. Unfortunately, we will miss the “Goddess Festival” which is next month.
That's all I have to say about the place. We buy some groceries and cook dinner at the campsite. A little birdie comes to beg for some food. She is hopping around and chirping. She gets very close, but when we move, she flies. She does come back when we throw bits of bread and she grabs them. We bid her goodnight and good nightingale.
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