After a short but strenous climb, here is the view which is seen at the summit of Glastonbury Tor. Whatever the season ... whatever the weather, I've always found this the most magical of climbs. A sojourn of exploration in a truly mystical realm. A place of ancient power and compelling mystery. Then, atop the Tor with the wind blowing through your hair, you stand momentarily breathless gazing across at the magical lands of Albion in every direction. The energy is always timeless, often with an overwhelming feeling of your gaze not being directed into the 'now' but that your gaze has somehow been directed inwardly; almost as if sometime during your journey up the magical Tor you have passed through a portal which has transported you to the enchanting inner lands of the 'Underworld' .... into mystical Avalon itself. The feeling of peace is always overwhelming. Whatever your earthly worry or concern, it will fade into nothingness once you reach the summit of the Tor. I recall once wandering up the winding path not long after I'd been under the surgeon's knife ... weeks after coming out of hospital after a major operation ... I was still barely skin and bone having lost so much of my body weight. We'd all ventured there ... me, Kristine and our three boys. At the base of the Tor I was seemingly weak and still in so much sciatica pain. Yet, during the ascent a strange transformation took over me; a sudden realisation and the magic of Avalon began .... with ease I made that sojourn that day and was the first of us atop the Tor by quite some way!It is truly a magical place. One to venture to in times of contemplation and inspiration. A powerful realm which survives still in the very heart of Albion.
