This is a pastoral English village known the world over for its legendary 3-day summer rock festival. In a chilly spring breeze the rolling farmland seemed a far cry from the churned mud and summer rain which is home to 150,000 souls and draws the very top rock acts.
Today we drove the 80 miles across country with my eldest son and future daughter-in-law principally to visit a purpose built shopping village full of factory outlets. I was bored rigid having bought a pair of shoes in the first 10 minutes then hovered around for another 3 hours waiting for all the necessary browsing to be done.
I made sure there was time on the way home for a short detour north to climb the famous tor which dominates the local country skyline. The monument on top is only of passing interest and in any event has been hijacked by druids, mystics, hippies and all manner of earthy leftfield groups. It seems to mean something different to each.
I had never made the long steep ascent before and was rewarded with spectacular views of the county of Somerset.