My aunt Pam and her son Michael (John) and daughter Hilary and their better halves Jan and Steve, all live in Somerton, so I had to call by and see them. I’m not sure when we all last met, but it was a long time ago. All of the older houses here are constructed of local stone and are beautiful. It is a shame the cost of stone is too high for the construction of the new outlying estates.
It was though really for my family that I came here – my cousins Michael and Hilary have known me for all of my life – they featured in the picture of the picnic on Praa Sands earlier in this blog.
Before the cream tea (anyone notice a theme developing here?), Michael and Jan were kind enough to take me to Glastonbury and its Tor. Glastonbury is a very distinct throwback to the mid 1960s – I am not sure that I have seen as many hippies in one place (with all associated shops) since the early 1970s. The Tor though needed to be climbed, so we did that.