Many people think of Glastonbury as a mystical and magical place and it’s not hard to see why. This particular morning was almost a write off. After walking a mile or so across fields filled with long wet grass in absolute darkness we were tempted to give up. It was dull and dark and the sun had risen a half hour earlier. Then the light started to change as the sun burned off the autumn mist to reveal this scene. The river was still and the reflections were just magical. Possibly the best morning of the entire trip and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.