As most of you already know, I just got back from a short vacation in the United Kingdom. I use the term “vacation” loosely, because I think we were busier during those five days than when we are at home. But we are not the type of people who like to lounge in a hotel room, especially when there is so much to see.
My voyage began at Providence’s T.F. Green Airport, a nice, small airport. Without a hitch, I was off to Philadelphia International. Even though we were delayed going out of Providence, we ended up landing in Philly three minutes ahead of schedule. I made it to my connecting gate, got a bite to eat, and sat for a while until boarding time. In that stretch, our plane was changed from an Airbus A330 to a 767. I like the A330’s because they have the onboard entertainment built into the backs of every seat. The 767 has nothing, therefore it was quite a boring flight. I read for a little, and slept a little. Finally we started our descent into Heathrow. Over the next half hour, I was tortured by extreme pain in my right ear, followed by a rupture of my eardrum about ten minutes before we landed. Great…now I’m finally in the UK and I can’t hear out of one of my ears. We disembarked, and started the extremely long journey to UK Border Control. After 20 minutes of brisk walking, (so about a mile), I came to the Border Control line, which took about another 20 minutes. Finally I was officially allowed into the country, and made my way to my husband who was waiting for me at the entrance to the terminal. By this time, I’m totally wired, even though I’ve been awake for about 20 hours. We found the car and made our way out of Heathrow, and onto the M25 towards Salisbury and Glastonbury.
About an hour later, we arrive just outside of Salisbury and see Stonehenge up ahead in the distance. This is awesome, because I’ve only ever seen it in pictures and now I’m here in person!! I really didn’t understand the immensity of the monoliths until seeing them in person. It’s amazing to think how the original people who built this monument hauled these enormous stones from twenty miles away, and somehow erected them into the temple seen now. I was a little disappointed that we were charged £8.00 per person, or about $13.00, to see this national monument, but I guess everything nowadays is commercialized. The walkway around the monument actually ended in a gift shop, kind of like the rides at Disney World. Oh well.
Now we move on to Glastonbury. I’ve always wanted to climb the Tor at Glastonbury. Maybe because I’m a child of the myths, or I just love the folklore of the place. For most people, whether Druid or Christian, this is a pilgrimage. For the Druid, the Tor marked one of the ancient shrines to the Mother Goddess, where She alighted to earth during the sacred celebrations. To Christians, the Sacred Well (or Chalice Well) at the base of the Tor was where Joseph of Arimathea brought a vial of Christ’s blood after His crucifixion, and hid it within the walls of the well. To either faith, or to a random visitor, the Tor is beautiful place. The climb up is unforgiving, and it’s not for the weak-hearted. It doesn’t look that bad from the base, but once you start climbing, you realize that you were sadly mistaken. It took us about 25 minutes from the base to Saint Michael’s tower at the top, stopping to rest several times along the way. Once at the top, you have a 360° view of the plains below, and you can see about 50 miles in all directions on a clear day (which we were lucky enough to have). After walking around the top and trying to avoid the Goddess dancers (which, thank the heavens, were clothed), we decided to start the climb down, which is a little easier, but still hard on the knees. The wind is amazing; it blows about 40 miles per hour on the walk up and the walk down, but its calm at the top.
By this time, it’s about four in the afternoon, and I’m starting to feel the jet lag. We make our way back to the car and begin the drive back to Heathrow where our hotel is for the next two nights. That particular trip is a little hazy for me, because I think I fell asleep for a while. We had dinner at the hotel restaurant because I think both of us were too beat to find somewhere else. Having been up for about 36 hours, I was ready for bed, I didn’t care where or how…I just needed sleep. We stayed at the Jurys Inn at Heathrow, which is a really nice hotel, and not expensive at all. I recommend it to anyone travelling to London.
So that, in a nutshell, is Day One and Day Two (which is kind of the same day, since I never went to sleep between the two).
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