A weekend away celebrating Simons aging, we headed to a small cottage between Glastonbury and Wells. There were five of us, Simon, Adelle, Matti, Stoo and me.
Its a part of the world I don’t know too well, having driven past a number of times without actually stopping, so it was nice to have a reason to go there. The first night we headed into Wells, where I was amused to find myself in the film set for Hot Fuzz, which was utterly unexpected. We had a fine meal in the pub in the centre of the village city.
Saturday we went to Glastonbury itself, which is almost the kind of hell I had imagined it would be. Full of hippies and shops catering for them. In years gone by I would have felt quite at home here, but now it feels a little silly, “by daring to be different we’ve all become the same”.
Sunday was Castle Cary, where we followed the path of the alleged downfall of the castle to find a grassy knoll at the back of the town. Its not a particularly spectacular sight these days, but does have a somewhat worrying cross on the hillside overlooking the ruins. Then onward to Wells again, where we found a bookstall full of crazy random books (I picked up a copy of “Gonzo Marketing – winning through worst practices”, which looks fascinating).
We wandered around the cathedral which contained some entertaining meetings of modern technology with ancient building styles. Including a wireless router above the pulpit and a switch on the wall marked ‘St John’. The latter of which struck me as somewhat concerning, presumably it is someones job to turn on St John in the morning and switch him off again before going home in the evening. I can only speculate how a man of the cloth would explain this to a new recruit.
Monday we had lunch at the local pub before heading home.
The weekend was punctuated by various playing of boardgames (of which I managed to win rather more than average, which either means I’m in for a strong run of bad luck or everyone else was letting Simon win and hadn’t told me) and walking in the fabulous, and utterly ridiculous, garden. A garden full of birds and little ornamental jokes and hobbit houses and all kinds of things you don’t actually expect to find in gardens.
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