Glastonbury | CKPonderingsToo

As with much of the UK, Somerset has had a pretty damp start to the year (in fact, it’s chucking it down yet again as I type). But, grey clouds notwithstanding, there are signs that spring is on the horizon, and so for my second ode to my new home, I thought I would post some budding new photographs.

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Even on the darkest of days there is a hint of brighter things to come, and he knew this gave him an advantage he would be able to press home. He could show her that things had changed, that he had changed.

He knew that the temptation he had given into has been ill-advised – no, more than that, it had been the stupidest thing he had ever done! – but she had hinted that there was the slightest of opportunities, the tiniest glimmer of hope that he would be able to rectify the damage he had done.

The “slip” – that was what they had taken to calling it – had happened last autumn, and this new spring gave him the hope, the push to start putting things back together again…

It’s time for a new Mass Observation Project post too! With everything going on in the world at the moment, the next theme is going to be ISOLATION.

The idea, as with previous MO posts is to:

Take a photograph based on the theme, however you want to interpret it.
Email the image to adayinphotographs@outlook.com by Wednesday 1st April 2020.
Include your name, website/blog address and a short note about the image.
Come back and see the results on Sunday 5th April!

Images should be a maximum of 650 pixels wide.

Thanks! 🙂

(The first in a series of posts about my new home town!)

Forgive me if, over the coming weeks, you get a little inundated by photographs from my new home town of Glastonbury in Somerset!

As mentioned previously, it’s only direct connection with the music festival is its name, and it was never this that drew me to Somerset.

The town is very open to people of different faiths, beliefs, and lifestyles, and the residents – myself included – are often drawn to live here by way of some unknown, unfathomable force.

For the uninitiated, the small market town is extremely Bohemian and accepting of most things. You can happily wander down the High Street and pass people wearing steampunk clothing, or fairy wings, or flowery headbands, or kaftans, or tie dye, or Hunter boots and wax jackets, or all of the above. Tourists are often a little stunned by this diversity; you can tell the locals by the fact they are totally nonplussed by this.

The shops in the town are just as diverse as the people who frequent them (and this, in fact, has helped Glastonbury retail stay afloat while other High Streets have suffered a downturn over the last decade or so).

My first post dedicated to the town, therefore, highlights these retail establishments, in all their diversity and colour.

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