We arrived in Glastonbury on Thursday afternoon, having driven down from Exmoor through the driving wind and rain. After a quick wander around the shops I phoned Craig to let him and Bracken know we’d arrived. We had hoped to meet up for a meal, but by then the weather was so bad that they decided to stay at the campsite – they were laying in their tents to prevent them taking off in the wind!
The rain and wind continued all night, Mr Stoatie and I were kept awake by the fluttering of the bunting outside our hotel which sounded like trees in a gale, but at least we were inside! The next day it had settled down a little and we managed to get together. We decided to visit the White Spring, as Craig was keen to immerse himself in the waters. I think it may have had a bit to do with the fact that the three of us were being the Western Gateway at the Tor Ceremony the next day.
The Well House is a fantastic place, it has various pools, and shrines and is lit only by candles, coming in from the outside it takes a few minutes to get your night vision. There is the constant sound of running water which pours over the pool edges and spreads across the floor. It is a great place to sit and meditate as the white noise of the water really helps you to disengage the brain and get into the zone.
After Craig had finished ( the water wasn’t too cold apparently!) we popped across the lane to Chalice Well Gardens. The water that runs from this spring has a high iron content which gives it a rusty red colour. All the heavy rain had really stirred up the sediment and the pools were really red as you can see from the photos. The gardens are so beautiful, it is a real contrast to visit there after a trip into the dark, enclosed, womb like White Spring. I had hoped to show Mr Stoatie a part of the garden that I want him to replicate in ours but to my astonishment it had been bricked up, oh dear! This is what it used to look like..
I can’t remember if there was running water in there … maybe it dried up, but I was really disappointed!
Later on we went over to the Town Hall to get our banner put on display. It’s rather a large, heavy banner and to hold it up we use a pretty hefty wooden curtain pole. In order to get it in the MX5 we had to cut it in two, with a metal screw inserted to join the parts back together again, and after a few years of being carried around it usually needs some tlc when reassembled. This time the knobs on the ends decided to misbehave, luckily it was nothing Mr Stoatie couldn’t sort with a tissue and pair of pliers borrowed from the caretaker. After that it was the traditional ‘ it was this big’ haddock and chips over at Knight’s and a drink down the pub with all the incoming Druids!