Here we go again!

 Back in Glastonbury after hitching down in the blistering heat, i'm staying with Lynne who i met at Avebury on my last dance and her three daughters. They make me feel right at home and sing away while I cook supper for us.
 A spare day in before I leave gives me the chance to hippy it up, getting naked for a plunge in the pool in the white well temple. Just walking into the place sends shivers up my spine let alone being submerged in the ice waters.
  The town and the people are magic and it's the perfect boost at the start of my adventure. Let alone the weather, wow. Blistering sunshine beats down as I kick off from the tour, and somehow a man is playing the most beautiful music as I head off. Apples, blackcurrants and even walnuts are a plenty as I make my way out of town but the traffic is causing me problems as I dart in and out of the hedge on the side of the road.
  What a reception i received that day, it felt as though every car had beeped, waved or cheered me on before I finally got to Burrowbridge Mump. Thats where I met Alan who was able to take me back to my hosts in Glastonbury and run me back out to Burrowbridge in the morning, saving me the bus.
  Day two it all became real having the backpack to carry, and even though i threw caution to the wind and left my tent and thermals behind it still weighed a tonne and gave me a whole new perspective on this grueling trip.
A passed a lady named Pat who said seeing me reminded her of Cecil Sharp's in London and that I should band the door of the cottage after the next crossroads. I followed her advice and was treated to a drink and sandwich by Robert and Mary Blackburrow. Bob being a Morris dancer was immediately on the phone telly all the dance sides in the area, or as he put it "putting the word out on the bush telegraph". He then got his accordion out and played me up the road, and on I danced with a warm heart and a tune in my head.
  The Sun, My hat and the pack on my back all took it's toll, but the blackberry's must of kept me going and i finally made it to my new hosts house in Taunton.
  Another warm welcome in Somerset from Stacy and Marcus and I rum my eyes looking at the four poster bed i'll be sleeping..  in about forty minutes.. yawn.

Edit: i forgot to put pears on the list of roadside delights that sustained me.

and heres a pic from Glanstonbury Tor