Places to go

It's been just over a week since I got back from Granada; a difficult trip in some ways, but I'm glad I made it. If I was single and catless, I might try to go live there for a while, in a couple of rooms on the Carrera Del Darro, always my favourite street, see how it would affect my writing.

Things are going well enough. A neighbour has mentioned to me that the local farm is asking for volunteers, as lambing time is coming up and they have 50 ewes waiting to drop. She mentioned it to me on the first day of the year of the sheep, so I've decided to go for it. I have the form...can't believe that they want references!

And my brother has just phoned up, inviting me to see Into The Woods at the Greenwich Odeon this morning. I like a bit of Sondheim, so I'm off and away.

I like Spring.

Fairy Tales

I found myself watching 'Tangled' yesterday, and then there was Into the Woods today. Very enjoyable!To add to the latest list of great stuff going on, I have been invited to Glastonbury for a stay in Spring. I'll go.

But it has been a very long time since I really felt the fairy tale returning. I wonder how Glastonbury will feel.

See, the problem with the New Age and Angel cards and TV shows and affirmations and this and that and magic groups and covens and paganism is that often there's precious little that's magic about it. I recall Olivia's castle, the strange pagoda on the edge of the woods, bluebells and fairy fields and so many things. The Glasto I remember had pixie clothes and high street shamans and goddesses everywhere...I liked it, especially the chalice well, the tor, Wearyall hill. Will I like it now? It'll be good to see what's changed, apart from me.