Back in June I was told to go to Glastonbury. This was the first chance we had of getting away. Here is a pictorial record of that journey from the Chalice Well Gardens to the top of the Tor:
At the top of the Tor, I sat in the spot Crow had shown me. Letting go of the world I could see around me; letting the voices drifted further away; I heard other voices rising from the Tor. A sussuration of feminine intonation. I sought for the one with whom I needed to speak.






























