From Glastonbury, we drove ten miles north to Wells, where the Somerset Levels meet the Mendip Hills. The town is named for three ancient wells, two of which are at Wells Cathedral, the glorious medieval church we’d seen from Glastonbury Tor. The Cathedral, now restored to magnificence, was already half a millennium old when Cromwell’s soldiers stabled their horses in
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Looking across the Somerset levels toward the Mendip Hills, from the very top of what may have been Avalon, I thought of a book I’d treasured since discovering it when I was in middle school: T.H. White’s The Once and Future King, which was the subject of one of my first posts on this blog, here. We were at Glastonbury two
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This white horse, once carved down to the underlying chalk on a hillside about a mile and a half from the village of Westbury, in western Wiltshire, is one of several geoglyphs in Great Britain. I’d like to see them all: The Rude Giant of Cerne Abbas, in Dorset; the Long Man of Wilmington, in Sussex; the other visible white
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