If you can guess where I am then big thumbs up to you! If Glastonbury makes you think of music, mud and wellies, think again for the location of the famous festival is actually in a neighbouring village. The pretty town of Glastonbury itself is situated in Somerset and is one of a kind. I was enchanted as soon as I stepped off the bus into the incense-spiked sunshine. I glanced up at the ruined abbey and progressed to saunter up and down the dream catcher and crystal crammed stores. It was refreshing to push the chavs to one side and be happy to gaze at the most amazing free-spirited young couples and old ladies and gents in dreads, sandles and hemp outfits going about their daily life. Carrie and I enjoyed a healthy meal in the pretty 100 Monkeys cafe during which we flicked through a local magazine. Every page promoted some sort of healing. Im sure you’d have no demons living here! After a hot apple we pushed on up to the celebrated Glastonbury Tor and tower. (Check on your next bottle of Brothers Cider and you’ll spot it!) It was super windy up there but the view was worth it! If you’re going to the festival in 2012, why not save a day for the town?