Avalon

Tom and I drove down to Wells yesterday morning, in perfect Autumn weather.

Descending from Mendip, the view of the Levels was chillingly beautiful. The fields and woods of the hills below us were still green, but slowly showing shades of brown. All over the Levels there was a thin layer of translucent mist obscuring all but the tallest trees, and making the fields below the vapour look drowned as if the waters had returned. The Levels themselves were ghostly grey, but rising out of them and isolated from its surroundings was the smooth round cone of Glastonbury Tor, its dark monument the only building visible for miles.

Avalon indeed.


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