
Oh, what a tangled web we weave…
Time allows us to lay down roots, to make connections, to insert ourselves into others’ lives.
But what is our true purpose in this? To divide and conquer? Or to become whole?

Oh, what a tangled web we weave…
Time allows us to lay down roots, to make connections, to insert ourselves into others’ lives.
But what is our true purpose in this? To divide and conquer? Or to become whole?

Continue up the A361 for 16 miles from Othery and you reach the surprising village of Pilton. I have driven through the village countless times over the years, and there is so much more to it than what is visible from the main road.
Situated on the top of a hill to the east on Glastonbury, the village once overlooked an inland sea that stretched to the present day Bristol Channel. This lead to the village’s original name, Pooltown, because ships were able to navigate this far inland.









The houses in the village are old, from local stone, and really fit in with the country feel. Despite the main road, laden with juggernauts, being close by, the majority of the village is in a sheltered valley, and within a matter of metres away from the A361, it can barely be heard.






The local church is St John the Baptist, which is on the north side of the valley, has a commanding view across all Pilton. Once again, the Church’s dominance is in plain sight, and it can be seen on the skyline from most of the houses.

In the churchyard is a memorial, a grave to Sapper Percy Wright Rodgers, who fell in the First World War. More information on this young man’s life can be found on the CKPonderingsCWG blog, along with more stories of the fallen of the Great War.









To the south of the village, a tithe barn stands alone and proud. Once belonging to Glastonbury Abbey, the barn once stored local farmers’ produce, of which they gave the Abbey – the landowner – one tenth.
The barn is now a Grade 1 listed building.


In the barn’s grounds is a monument to the Land Armies of both world wars; a bench in a quiet corner of an already quiet corner of the village is perfect for contemplation.




When I first made my intention of moving to Somerset known to friend, family and colleagues, the general first reaction was usually related to the annual music festival. My stock response to this was ‘no’, and, if the mood was right, this was usually followed up by the fact that the Glastonbury Festival does not actually take place in the town of the same name.

Worthy Farm, the location of the festival, is situated just to the south of Pilton, six miles from Glastonbury. It was only called Glastonbury Festival because that was the nearest town people had heard of.










If you get the chance to make a quick pitstop from your journey to the south west, Pilton is definitely worth a visit. A genuine gem of a village, hidden in plain sight, it is also a good start and end point for a wander across the Levels or over the hilltops to Shepton Mallet.


Respect the old traditions.
They got us to where we are and can teach us where to go from here.
You are who you are because of those that went before, and will be the reason those that follow will be how they will be.

Life can seem rough around us at times.
Turn into the wind and ride the waves, rather than fighting them.
Life can be a tough journey; make it an adventure.

Have something you enjoy to pass the time.
Relaxation is key, so whether it is a lone project or one to enjoy with friends, take time out to do something you love.
Go fishing!

Sometimes others will challenge you to reach the goal you’re aiming for.
They won’t necessarily get there before you, so go for it.
You have as much right to the success as they do.

You may feel small, adrift in the whirlwind of madness that is twenty-first century living.
But be reassured that even the smallest of droplets of water nurtures the hardiest of plants.
We may all be small, but we are no less important for it.


Summer dawns and fades quickly as time passes by.
Cherish the memories you earned during the warmer months, because they are what will keep you going when winter rears its cold, dark head.
Let your memories be the light that draws you through.

It is always good to look at things with different perspective.
You can find elements you hadn’t noticed before, and bring a new beauty to a that which you take for granted.
Put down your phone and look around you with a fresh pair of eyes.

We are all nourished by different things.
You can feed your body from wherever you wish, but be sure to nurture your mind and soul as well.
If you don’t sustain your mind and soul, your body is but a hush, no matter what you feed it.
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