Arthur. His name still rings out clear and true across the Somerset Levels, like the sound effect slide of a sword from a stone. A noble and kind king, he ruled Wales, Cornwall, Somerset, North Cadbury, the whole of England or somewhere, anyway, for a pretty long time, way back when dragons roamed the woods and there weren’t any motorways. Continue reading “The Myths of Avalon”
Glastonbury is rightly celebrated as the birthplace of English Christianity.
For just under two millennia, Christians have been arriving, first by boat, then by foot, horse, cart, train, car and bus, to worship in England’s New Jerusalem.
The first one arrived on a fine May morning in A.D. 63- the legendary Joseph of Arimathea. His quest was to plant a Crataegus monogyna cv. biflora on Wearyall Hill and bury a cup or two before leaving again. With those simple, solemn and yet slightly confusing gestures, he laid the foundations for Christianity in England. Continue reading “Avalon/Babylon”
With early Christians mythically and historically tied to Glastonbury, as well as continuing to have a strong religious presence in the town, I feel justified in spending the rest of this post indulging in a brief exploration of God, Christianity and Judaism. I also want to pass on the incredible and righteous results of my biblical research.
Going vegan might well save your soul. Continue reading “Vegans, Glastonbury and the Bible.”