With the end of the holiday fast approaching, it was time to climb up Glastonbury Tor. You could see the hill from the garden of the holiday cottage, and indeed you could hear the hippie drumming coming from the summit most evenings (at least, until the strong winds and thunderstorms drove them off the hill mid-week).
There looked to be some very pleasant footpaths around this way. In fact, as a town Glasto looked fantastic, and way, way out of our budget.
Amy was wanting to use the trip as a chance to have a bit more of a play with her stitching software...
...as well as us both wielding our SLR's.
This was an effect Amy has been wanting to get for a while, though still some way to go with getting enough shots for the software to blend/clone the landscapes a bit more seamlessly. Still, it's all about experimenting.
After a fairly taxing climb which demonstrated that at least three of us aren't over our Long Covid quite yet, we reached the summit.
Stunning views out over the Mendips.
A free air show too, courtesy of the local constabulary.
I thought I'd try some greyscale experiments whilst Amy was doing her stitched shots.
It's had an amusingly cartoony effect on some of the shots.
After half an hour on the windswept summit, the lure of the bakery in Glasto proved too tempting, so we set off down the hill for lunch, and a last look around the shops before going back to pack up.
Bye-bye Glastonbury, it was a brilliant holiday.
Not quite over though, there'd be a day out in Bristol on the way back to Yorkshire, via the Midlands...
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