NOTES FROM MUD ISLAND PART 4

Monday 6th September

Low cloud and a forecast of ongoing drizzle didn't dampen our spirits today - no siree bob!
We willed away the grey and forced some blue to brighten our day as we set off once again for Glastonbury - this time a tad earlier, perhaps because we weren't trying to rendezvous with Rex Dunlop aka Kurt Alexander aka Zhig O'lo (it's a long story - ask me when we get back...)
And so we laughed, we cried with the banter and repartee between the travelers especially Tracy's directions, Robin's lack thereof and our collective lack of observation concerning road signs at traffic circles / roundabouts. Thus we ended up somewhere in Glastonbury suburbia at a quaint little enclave entitled Leg Of Mutton Road (I shit you not - see the pics for yourself).
Turning back after the photo op was completed - much to the consternation of local drivers behind us - we trundled down to Glastonbury and set out for The Tor where the wind whipped us relentlessly but the hazy views were still fantastic - again that "Here In England It's So Green" vibe - you can't get away from it. Pastoral, gentle rolling hills, fields and meadows then an overwhelming urge to piss drove us down to the Chalice Well site where Karen bought jewelry.
Piss complete, jewelry safely stowed, blessings of the sacred depths upon us, we gave some Indian travelers very vague directions to Street (a village nearby). The: "just head down this street until you're in town and see a sign to Street then follow it..." seemed to bamboozle them no end and I have no idea why.
We returned to our (new) old haunt of the splendidly vegetarian Blue Note Cafe where we partook of haloumi burgers while observing a very sickly serene expression permanently etched onto the face of a gowned young new-age woman who was about as convincing as a soap powder advert. Her vegetarian lunch notwithstanding, it was clear she had not only reached Glastonbury but had sashayed into nirvana simultaneously. I suspect her hippy boyfriend was probably hung like a donkey hence the doe-eyed Mona-Lisa smirk but if that's what it takes to achieve total enlightenment then what the fuck...
Following lunch, Karen headed back to the shop in which she'd been seduced first time around and - guess what - bought some more jewelry - a Libyan gold tektite scarab ring accompanied by a pair of gold and moldavite earrings in the shape of little star-tetrahedrons - very beautiful. But I managed to maintain firm denial during this piece of retail therapy by tossing a rubber toy for the owner's very cute labrador-cross - once started, hard to stop...and fairly disruptive in the tiny square as doddery old hippies scattered in Jaydee's slobbery, manic wake. That was real fun I can tell you. I thought their whole bag was love, man - but I got some really filthy looks. Peace, baby, peace...
Dark enlightenment (pardon the oxymoron) followed shortly thereafter by virtue of a self-proclaimed guru in a small crystal shop in the middle of Glastonbury - I had no idea there was someone else on the planet who knew as much as me yet could get it so spectacularly wrong but there you have it - she must be the antipaul or something...(tosser ;-) )
As you can imagine, we were exhausted after such a strenuous day of doing absolutely fuck all really so we headed off to Cheddar where we ate the best scones that have ever been made enhanced by clotted cream and fresh strawberry jam at The Simply Gorgeous Tea Room while listening to cars hiss by through the rain outside. Sweet shops, hot mulled scrumpy (the women had that) then Cheddar cheddar and back to the Pengelley pad for a lazy evening of TV and dishwashing I guess...
Sigh...we're gonna do a reverse-rain-dance tonight to ensure the skies clear before morning.
Watch this space
Goo goo goo joob xx