Just returned from a pilgrimage with my family to the top of Glastonbury Tor. Tom is not yet two years old but he managed every step to the summit. The sky was a pure blue bell over our heads and the views were fabulous.
There is something about the Somerset landscape that I find very reassuring. Perhaps its the green glow of the levels.
And then ice cream. We made it back down and lay in the long grass and looked back up the hill…
What a fabulous, inspirational day! Slightly sunburnt, properly tired, and buzzing…
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