Once and future king

Glastonbury, site of ancient Avalon, burial place of King Arthur and his queen, where Joseph of Arimathea brought a young Jesus when he was apprenticed to him as a tin merchant (wasn't he a carpenter?)  Yes, indeed, a strange place of converging ley lines, and the only place in the UK that approaches Berkeley levels of hippy outlandishness.

It was an appropriate venue, therefore, to meet Neil, long-time friend, the priest who married us, and a world authority on all things Celtic and mysterious.  We were last here with him on the top of the Tor at 9 minutes past 9 on the 9th day of 9th month 1999 (he was there at 7:07am on 7/7/1977 as well!)  Today was more sedate as we wandered around the ruins of Glastonbury Abbey and enjoyed a ploughman's lunch at a local pub.

Despite the conjunction of all these, we were unable (again!) to win anything on our National Lottery scratchcards, which would have allowed Neil to buy a hut on an Welsh mountain and become the ascetic he's always wanted to be and us to upgrade to business class for our flight home.

Neil (bearded like Merlin himself) and Hannah pay homage at King Arthur's tomb.

An expert tour of Glastonbury Abbey.

Signs of spring!

At the tomb of St Dunstan. He, at least, existed.