Rest Day with the Bavs – Sort of

I’ve been sleeping well this trip but the heat still drains one. See what I said there? One. I’m posh meee!! Sorry, One!!! So it’s a nice day with the Baverstock’s today. Martin and Linda have been so good, picking me up, dropping me off, feeding and watering me. So good that they should do it again. Hooray!!!

Anyway we’re going to Glasto today. If you don’t know that Glasto is Glastonbury then you’re not cool. Glasto, Glasto, Glasto. We had a light breakfast, drove over the Mendips and parked in Glasto town. It was another scorchio day. 

We walked around the land to the north of the Tor – Glasto Tor – and then headed up.

Can we climb this mountain, I don’t know,

Higher now than ever before.

It was busy and full of posers, rings of women meditating and poncy individuals pretending to be mystical. Nice view though.

We made our way down to Glasto town, and even low down the views were great.

Sunday lunch, Sunday roast. A good one too in the Rifleman’s Arms. Then we went to a local Rural Life museum and had some great ice cream with a brilliant view of the Tor and an Iron Horse.

Martin and Linda dropped me off at Street, the next town, and I walked the 8 miles back to Wells to give me a head start tomorrow. They picked me up and Linda cooked a great dinner of Salmon, cherry tomatoes, chorizo and broad beans. Simple and super. 

I was tired then. We had a good natter and then bed time. Another great day.

Night night.