Back From Glastonbury

We looked out the breakfast room windows this morning and saw vapour trails criss-crossing the sky. The Transport Minister- Lord Adonis- I can't hear that name without chortling- denies that he was pressured into lifting the flight ban by that pop-eyed buccaneer Willy Walsh- but he would, wouldn't he?
 
We're back home. I feel I could write a 1,000 page book about Glastonbury. What I will write, but probably not today, is a series of brief, tidy LJ posts.

We stopped in Tewkesbury on our way home. I'll write about that too when I'm not so tired. Ailz has already gone to bed. As almost always happens when we take a holiday, we've pushed ourselves to the point of exhaustion.



Glastonbury Tor