Echoes in a Hollow Space

I'd been to the ruined abbey of Glastonbury on a previous trip and loved the place so much I'd practically done a photo montage, so I wasn't much in the mood to take pictures this time. Ann and Lynn had never been, so I turned my camera over to Lynn and let her take what she liked, and Ann got some nice pictures, too.

I just wanted to walk around and enjoy the lovely green peace and quiet of the place. Some of the places I revisited on this trip were a disappointment, but not the abbey. It was just as lovely as I remembered it. It's said that King Arthur was buried here...or that may have just been a story cooked up by 12th century monks to get more tourist revenue. It's also said that back in medieval times the land around the abbey and Glastonbury Tor, which looms up in the nearby countryside, was swampy during the wet months of the year. Some have suggested that Glastonbury was actually the place where Arthur was taken when mortally wounded—the Isle of Avalon. Or that may be a story to get more tourist revenue... I don't take sides. It's a wonderfully romantic place, surrounded by evocative legends.

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Quote of the day:

"Citizens, the nineteenth century is great, but the twentieth will be happy."

—Victor Hugo, Les Misérables


Pictures of the day: Here's some pix of the cottage we rented in Somerset, Blue Lias Cottage, plus one that may interest jmeadows. We really fell in love with this place, and if you're going to be staying in one part of the country and touring around, renting a cottage is a great alternative to hotels (and generally cheaper).

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