The Tor

The Glastonbury Tor is a place like no other. First visible to me from over 10kms away, this steep hill stands high above the Summerland Meadows in Somerset, literally towering above the town of Glastonbury. With evidence of human settlements reaching well back to before the time of Christ, it is a sacred place for both Christians and Druids. All that remains of the c. 1300 St Michael de Torre chapel is the roofless tower. It is linked to Joseph of Arimathea, the Holy Grail and Arthurian legend. There is even much speculation about the presence of a giant neolithic labyrinth within the terraces.[excavations have never been undertaken to prove or disprove this theory] Located just below the Tor is The Chalice Well and Gardens, a place of beauty and solitude, for reflection and growth. Regardless of your religious convictions, the power of this sacred place is undeniable.

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Returning under dryer, though, still threatening skies Saturday afternoon, the views were equally as impressive as yesterday, if not further reaching. Rather than motorbike riding German and French tourists, however, the hill-top was covered with people young and old attending a Druid gathering. Those who flock to this special place further reflect the attitudes, history and people of Glastonbury; a place where the earth truly is revered.