My last few visits to Glastonbury Tor have been special – packed full of great characters accompanied by glorious weather. Today there we lots of colourful young women but the sky was a disappointing grey.
Contrails criss-crossed the sky around the Tor. But, given the sad state of the world at the moment this plane looked more like a missile launch.
I kept watching, hoping for gaps in the clouds where the sun would rise. High up in the sky some clouds were full of colour, but the eastern sky remained stubbornly dark.
Just after sunrise a tiny gap finally opened in the far distance. The light from warm morning sun was layered by the trees lining the top of Pennard Hill above West Pennard.
Sheep grazed the top of the Tor.