Thursday, 21 April 2016

 Stories Myths and Legends

Legend has it that Joseph of Arimathea, Jesus' uncle, brought his nephew to England where they visited Glastonbury. 

William Blake's poem supposedly marking the event, became the rousing and patriotic hymn of quintessential Englishness sung by Elton John at Diana, Princess of Wales' funeral, watched globally by millions: 

And did those feet in ancient time.
Walk upon Englands mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!

Followers of the Arthurian legend believe Glastonbury is deeply connected to Avalon, mythical land of the Grail myth. Some say that Arthur was buried in this place and is  sleeping, ready to wake in a time of great need.  Street names, shops, goods and services in the town are free with their usage of the mythological players and place names.

Yesterday was a sunny and springlike with the countryside all decked out in  green, so I went on my own pilgrimage. I followed the footpaths and narrow lanes crossing field and track, admired the new lambs and sheep grazing the pasture and climbed the Tor as many have done before me. Having lived abroad for a while, this was a great way to plug into my heritage and culture. Sitting on a bench with my book and a flask of tea I was amused to hear chattering French voices. A school party, lost, their teachers unsure of the way to go. I directed them across the fields enjoying the connection between my country, its stories and the wider world.