I've been a fan of Arthurian legends for as long as I can remember, and Glastonbury Tor standing tall in my mind ever since playing "Conquests of Camelot" on my Tandy 386 back in the 80s. The solitary tower became, in my impressionable mind, not only a concrete symbol of the Arthurian mythos, but a tangible link to the stories that shaped my childhood, fostered my creativity, and sculpted my personality. I hoped to one day see it in person; to stand in its shadow, and absorb the impression of its history, and the aura of its legends.
Glastonbury Tor is one of the proposed locations of the mythical Isle of Avalon, the "island in a sea of mist" upon which King Arthur was buried. There is some precedent for this belief, as the valley surrounding the hill is regularly filled with a thick white fog, as far as the eye can see. The hill of Glastonbury rises from this sea of roiling white like an island, with the lonely tower at its apex standing like a grave marker. And below, at the base of the Tor, within the ruins of Glastonbury Abbey, lie the graves of the man who inspired the legends of Arthur and Camelot.
Truly, if there is an Avalon, this is it.
As a child, I never thought I would actually see the day that I'd be standing atop that hill, 25 years later, my epic quest (journey? pilgrimage?) complete. Overwhelmed by this fabled obelisk, with its magnanimous legacy promising that the stories I had idolized contained at least a grain of truth, I wept tears of joy and contentment. read more