Then up the Tor, where I huffed and puffed more than I would have liked. I won't trouble you with misty skylines, but I was pleased to see the metal plate at the top waiting to welcome me by name:
I wanted to come down the steep way, but missed the fact that there was a helical path, so went straight down over the grass - which I should certainly not have done, according to a sign I discovered once at the bottom. I was already convinced by then. I didn't actually fall, but I'd come rather close, and while I don't suppose I'd have killed myself, sliding down a sheep-dropping scree is never a good look. At this point the sun was just catching the terraces in the Tor's flank. Not a Spiral Castle, perhaps, but a Concentric one:
From there, a short country lane back to Glastonbury, which I was just approaching when I heard a sound of ecstatic ululation emanating from some rather industrial-looking doors to my left. The doors were in fact flung open, and inside I could see candlelight and standing water - a sight that instantly brought to mind the Basilica Cistern in Istanbul. Peering in, I saw dimly - but heard clearly - water gushing into a large raised pool directly in front of me, and could just make out numerous channels of water, streaming over the floor at paddling depth. In various alcoves were shrines decked with candles and flowers, and votive offerings with matching votaries. In one part a young woman was playing naked with a dog. In others stood more of the grounded mystical women in woolly hats. All was reflected noise and light, and the running water in which Glastonbury is so rich.
That, apparently, was the White Spring, a chalky counterpart to the ferrous Red Spring of the Chalice Well, disguised as a disused pumping station. I'm very pleased to have found it, and even more pleased not to have known of its existence beforehand: these things are better stumbled upon at first, and visited later in sandals.
Thence to mevennen's house, where I was given a welcome cup of tea and a hot cross bun and had these mysteries unfolded to me. Altogether a very pleasant afternoon in the land of glass apples.