Back on the Hippy Trail

Day 9 - 2nd June

We started fairly early from Newbury, as we had received a complaint from a woman the night before about Maxi being parked in front of her window and ruining her view.  Although the van wasn’t parked in front of her window, Claire shot a great comment back to her saying “it’s going to be dark soon so you won’t see anything anyway”. Snap.

Our destination for the morning was Glastonbury, as we needed to go up the Glastonbury Tor as part of the ‘spiritual journey’.

We climbed the Tor and then headed back into town for a quick picnic in the grounds of the Church (and graveyard).

Heading up to the Glastonbury Tor

A little bit of flying air guitar while Mum is completely oblivious.

Claire and I had been to Glastonbury in 2005 on a drive by and 2010 for the music festival we’re familiar with the area and the people it attracts, so when you see a lady riding a horse bareback through the town while drinking a Bacardi and Cola you shouldn’t be that surprised.

Mum in front of the Glastonbury Tor and Claire playing silly buggers.

Lunch in the graveyard of the Glastonbury Church. At least it was dead quiet.

Following Glastonbury, we really had no destination in mind so continued to head south towards Penzance and see where we ended up for the night.

We tried a town called Avonwick firstly, because it sounded nice but didn’t find anywhere suitable to park up. We then headed back up the road into a town called South Brent where we found a free parking area.

Unfortunately, Maxi was slightly too big to fit in the assigned bays, so we went next door and parked near the front door of the local dental practice and along the train line. Being a Sunday there wasn’t too much of an issue with parking there, but they had such an issue with dog owners allowing their pets to foul in the car park that they had set CCTV up to catch them.

We ventured into town that evening for a couple of pints at the local (Claire and Mum drank Swedish cider in the home of English Cider - disgraceful!) Linda found the locals quite rude as they wouldn't engage her in conversation - smart move.  Claire headed ‘home’ early to cook quite possibly the most amazing couscous I have ever had.

The only photo we took in the tourist mecca of South Brent.