The first visit today, as we turned toward the north and Cardiff, was Glastonbury.
Famed for its folk festival which wasn’t held this year the first time in more than forty years - it is also mentioned in dispatches for the King Arthur myth and the suggestion that Camelot was located on a hill just out of town. It’s a good yarn based on the epic poem by Thomas Percy. The street markets were in full swing and the not so still beautiful people we out and about selling herbs, expensive hand sewn hippy shirts from China and as much fake jewellery as you could shake your Chakra at. Sue thought it reminded her of Byron Bay but I was given to the notion of Nimbin (now, not then). The other matters of note are the old Glastonbury Abbey and the excellent tours conducted through and around it and the large house which sits up above the abbey. It belonged to Thomas Austin, who, after emigrating to Australia and becoming bored with the quality of the hunting there, sent back to Glastonbury for some rabbits in order than he be better entertained … and didn’t those few bunnies create more havoc than Justin Beiber at a pre-pubescent girls slumber party.
|The Roman Baths|
Bath was a Roman town originally but was turned into a different place by Georgian architectural changes. From the Royal Circle and its exclusive club of famous ex residents; the gardens; the centre of town with the River Avon; yet another cathedral; the Putteney Bridge with its shops on either side; and the Bath football ground; Bath is a beautiful city.
After lunch, it was west again and we crossed the Severn Bridge into Wales as the afternoon grew long and we drove on into Cardiff. The imposing Cardiff Castle and even more imposing Millennium Stadium were there to meet us. The castle was flying Australian flags on every second of its small masts along the wall and an enquiry rewarded us with the news that the Australian Paralympic team had trained for a month in Cardiff and had their official launch there.
|The wonderful singing at Cardiff Castle|
Met a lovely couple over dinner, Amanda and Kevin from Canberra. We are already sensing quite a few whingers, particularly among the Australians on the tour, so a couple to have as allies might be useful as the two weeks unfold.
Bushed. Have had to try and catch up tonight in a schedule which has become unrelenting. You may have to have some mornings without me readers.
We cross into Ireland tomorrow.