Glastonbury.
The name 'Glastonbury' for me, like most people is associated with music, camping, drinking and a lot of mud, so much so I forget that the real Glastonbury is an incredibly cute, quaint town very close to my parents house. So on a beautiful Winter's afternoon on 2nd Jan, me and Stu took a drive their to have a lil wander about the town and climb up the tor to see Somerset in all its glory. Spending a lot of time in the big smoke, I do forget how much I love the countryside and the views there are pretty darn breathtaking. It was also the perfect excuse to wack out my weekend comfies, including my brand new puffa which was an absolute steal in the Zara sale.
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