It being summer solstice off we went to chalice Well in Glasto to take part in the celebrations.

On the way we passed acres of small tents probably designed for glamping at the forthcoming Glastonbury Festival which is due to open for guests this Tuesday.  It was only Saturday but there were scores of delivery vans waiting to enter the property for one purpose or another. This must be a logistical nightmare and I know that Michael Eavis takes no part any more but his more than capable daughter Emily runs the proceedings.

We arrived at the Well at 11 o’clock but it became quite clear that there were far more people there than on a  normal celebration and a higher proportion of them were from Europe and further which is very nice but on this occasion I felt the energies were completely different and I did not feel such a resonance with individuals there.

However I did meet with two people who were part of the LGBTQ . One of them, a bearded Scottish guy had a green dress on. I being me went up to him and said I like the dress and mentioned that the habit of men wearing a dress went back as far as the ancient Greeks.

I had a chance to talk to him and asked if he wore his dress to work and he said no he didn’t but he took great care in deciding what to wear during the day because he wanted to decide what part of him he wanted to present to the world.

I found this very sensitive and in a way moving.  I spent about 20 minutes listening to what he had to say. Sometimes he was stumbling with his words and I read that he was not used to being listened to and I also realized that some people who feel different are worried about rejection from other people.

He was with another very appreciative person, I think he was what is called queer, though I don’t even know what that means really but anyway they were very encouraged that I was happy to talk to them and obviously enjoyed their company which I did.

I had my usual wacky conversations with people but missed seeing some of the familiar faces, so we’ll see what happens on August 1st when the next ceremony comes up. There were frankly too many people and the poor Chalice Well was overrun and there was standing room only in the area around the well so I could hardly get to hear what the officiant was saying at the 12 midday cremony

The was a big queue waiting to draw bottles of water from the spring.

put together with so much love

It is ages since I have seen someone just pick up a guitar and play it. Everyone seemed to like it.

I have photographed Chalice Well to death (search ‘chalice well’ on this site). There are hundreds of pictures that appear in this diary so I’m not going to add to them but here above is in one of the side alleys off the high street  and the other one is a chap playing a guitar in a cafe adjacent to the assembly rooms in Glastonbury high street.

There was a Craft Fayre going on in the Assembly Rooms and we entered and engaged with someone called Franco from Brazil who lived in Portugal that was selling energized pyramids. He said he had spent time in various countries including five years in Spain and had all his possessions in a van. He said you could get all his possessions in two suitcases. It was a hot as hell in there with no AC so how the stall holders managed I don’t know.

Franco said that the more you understand the less you need. That ready did sit in me quite well. I saw on TV yesterday morning that the average house has over 42,000 pounds worth of unwanted or needed goods. One of these fine days I’m going to have a clear out.

Wedmore Hidden Gardens Day

To Wedmore for the second of Garden open days. I consider Wedmore to be more to be another planet in terms of the quality of people who live there, their general mental acuity and alertness and the their quality and variety of communal entertainment that is provided by this small town population of 3300.

I had so many good conversations I really lost track of them but it is wonderful to be instantly understood from the moment you open your mouth and not to feel that you are threatening people by your observations. There is a certain inner security that comes from being successful and in my observations pretty much all the men I met had nothing to prove and radiated this quality.

We ended our tour at a garden where I met a fascinating person called Jane who is fully Red Pilled and certainly someone we could have spent four hours with discussing matters of mutual interest such as covid, brainwashing of the public etc

So there you go. Sometimes you set off on a perfectly ordinary morning for another engagement with no particular expectations and you end up with more exciting conversations than you can  shake a stick at.

There were 10 Gardens on view, see the diagram below. I don’t think I’ve got the energy to write fully about each one of them but I have enclosed a few pictures to give you a taste of what I found. Definitely to be on your bucket list if you live within shouting distance of this delightful little village 

We paid £10 each and the programme became the ticket.

In return for a £5 donation to the church a selection of cakes, savouries and tea/coffee was served.

you cannot buy history for love nor money unless you have a VERY Deep pocket. We had our cakes here sitting in the garden

a lovely cared for vegetable patch on a property in the quaintly named ‘Plud Street’

Wild grasses as companions to fruit trees

A hidden garden within a hidden garden