Yesterday, we took the nephew to Glastonbury – no, not to the music festival, which is over. (There were trucks still clearing away post-festival.) I mean to the town, which is full of history and varieties of faith. He studies Classics at Oxford, and loves this sort of thing:
The Abbey is amazing.
The town is also full of “character” – a bit like Woodstock, New York.
Today, he wants to go into Bath (again).
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Pausing and briefly small-talking while overlooking a viewpoint leading down from the Tor, I heard a fellow American. She obviously had also heard me: “We’re from South Carolina,” she identified her home state to me enthusiastically. “Where are you from?”
“I’m from New York,” I smiled. “Have good day.”
“Y’all too,” she smiled as she walked on.
We Americans always seem to do that to each other: we meet by chance, and immediately our states of origin must be identified.
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Have a good Saturday, wherever you are in the world. 🙂