Glastonbury was one of those road trip stops that immediately wrapped us in a warm, welcoming haze of colour, creativity, and calm. Bathed in sunshine and alive with energy, the town was buzzing with its usual quirky charm.

We arrived with the best of intentions – so much to see, so much to do – and immediately realised we hadn’t left ourselves nearly enough time to do any of it justice.

First stop was the creator’s market, which was in full swing when we arrived. Stalls brimmed with handmade crafts, art, jewellery, incense, and all manner of curious treasures. It felt like every corner held something unique, and the air was rich with the scent of essential oils and sun-warmed stone. We wandered slowly, soaking it all in and chatting with some of the makers – each one with a story, a smile, and a piece of the town’s spirit infused in their work.

There’s a certain peace that seems to settle over Glastonbury, despite the bustle of its streets. Maybe it’s the layers of legend beneath your feet, or the centuries of pilgrimage echoing in the stones. Maybe it’s just the people. Whatever it is, it’s powerful. You can feel it as you pass the bookshops filled with esoteric texts and spiritual guides, or when you catch the glint of a crystal in a sunbeam, perfectly placed on a windowsill.

We didn’t make it to the Tor – not this time. The clock was ticking, and the road was calling us onward. But even without setting foot on that sacred hill, Glastonbury left its mark on us. It’s a place that lingers in the heart, quietly calling you back when you least expect it.

And so, with bags of books and a head full of incense-scented memories, we continued our journey.

Glastonbury, we’ll see you again. Next time, with more hours and maybe stronger walking shoes.