Legends of King Arthur: Glastonbury Abbey, Tor & The Isle of Avalon, England
Legends of King Arthur: Glastonbury Abbey, Tor & The Isle of Avalon, England
Style Details
Sweater | URBAN OUTFITTERS
Skirt | URBAN OUTFITTERS
Shoes | ISABEL MARANT
Handbag | CHANEL (Similar here & here)
Sunglasses | CELINE (Similar here, here & here)
A few months ago, I never would have imagined myself being on an adventure of this scale. I say ‘this scale’ because at this moment in time, I can officially say that I have faced a real living and breathing sheep in the face and lived to tell the tale. On top of that, I sprawled upon the grave of the legendary King Arthur of Avalon the very same day. How random, right?
Glastonbury was the location of these sightings. An English town famous for hosting England’s version of Coachella called the Glastonbury Festival every year. Yup, that Glastonbury. I stumbled upon this town on another glorious sunny summer day in England. The trip was originally for a spiritual pilgrimage that only happens once a year set at the ancient ruins of the Glastonbury Abbey, a place believed to be founded with the help of the great-uncle of Jesus Christ himself, Joseph of Arimathea, and also known as King Arthur’s final resting place. By the request of Henry II, it was said that Glastonbury monks recovered the body of King Arthur here in the 11th century. Later commissioned by King Edward I and Queen Eleanor in the 12th century, the monks transferred his bones to a beautifully decorated black marble tomb before the abbey’s high altar until it was destroyed during the Dissolution in the 15th century. A beautiful and bright experience amongst the cheerful company of friends, we also trekked the nearby mount that holds atop the Glastonbury Tor. Decked in my comfy Isabel Marants, trusty Chanel and North Face trench, we braved the strong summer winds that greeted us as we climbed the prominent hill. Reaching the top, I saw one the most pristine and unspoiled views I have ever seen as I overlooked the Isle of Avalon, Glastonbury and Somerset. Epic and iconic are the only words that can describe the feelings of reaching the top. It was so calm, peaceful and serene at the peak that no wonder it is often called one of the most spiritual sites in the country.
I can only hope that I can capture the splendor of these scenic sights in my photos. I can’t quite get my hand on the right word but for me, there is truly something so simple yet so magnificent about the English countryside. Deep and sublime, the grandiosity of the views are so deeply and profoundly moving. I find myself slowly going out of my comfort zone as I travel around England. With these kinds of escapades, shall I dare say I need more Isabel Marants? The quest for comfortable non-heeled footwear has officially begun.
