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Now I am back from my journey. It was a good trip, although there where times that where stressful and panicing. But I am glad i did the trip. I wil start from the beginning.
My flight to London Gatwick went well. I felt a bit nervous but mostly exited. In Gatwick I took the a train into Lonodon. First I wanted to go to a few witchstores. London is a very very big city, very loud, but friendly. My backpack was heavy and the more I had to walk the heavier it got. The first store I went to was Wicca Moon that is in Eltham outside the center of London, it was a nice shop, I bougt a pentagram cloth to have on my altar, a necklace with pentagrams, vervain and dragonsblood oil. After that i took the train to paddington in London to book the rest of my journey on train. It was a bit more expensive then I planned so I had to choose travels that would include waiting hours. After that I went to see a few other witchstores. I bought a few more oils, galangal, vervain and mandrake herbs, a beautiful book with moons and pentagram to write in. After that I went to the british museum- which was a bit of a disapointment. Cause it wasnt so much celtic stuff that I had expected and they had no gundestrup cauldron. The statue of Lilith and Celtic stuff they did have was great to see though. since I was too far from the other stuff to see in London I didnt see more then that. My back was hurting, so I took a cup of tea that was soothing, My panic level was pretty high all the time so I didnt enjoy being around so much noise, so many people that day. I took the night train to Penzance in Cornwall. Cause I wouldnt be able to enjoy nightclub like that, for some reason I felt like I just wanted to get out of the town. Cause I was too tensed about my trip what would happen to me, the tests and such. It was hard to sleep on the train, felt very vulnerable, was scared that something would happen to me.The nighttrain had some trouble in the middle of the night, so it stopped in the middle of nowhere for 2 hours. Which wasnt that bad cause when we came to Cornwall it was sunrise. So for hours in the train I so the beautiful landscape that looked a bit ancient with its, towers, castle ruins, bridges from medival.
At nine in the morning I was at Penzance. From there i took the bus to Madron village. From there I walked 2 kilometers, to see the Madrons well. It was in the woodland area, behind ST. Just´s well. Madronswell was very beautiful, I had picked flowers that I offered, I meditated and prayed for a while to The Goddesses.I danced around praised and Them, chanted their names. After that I went on walking to see a Celtic Chapel, it was so beautiful, I put flowers on the stone altar, danced around praised The Ladies, meditated and prayed. I felt so at home at that space like I could be there forever, I would have stayed there longer if it werent for a horrible sound nearby that just got stronger and stronger, The noise got on my nerves after a few hours, so I left the Chapel and Madrons well. I have taken pictures of the places that I will put up on flickr this weekend. Back in the Madron village I took the bus back to Penzance, my cellphone had died and it was impossible to reload the battery cause we in sweden has different of adapters from the UK. I had no idea about that, so that was very frustrating. Adapters were very expensive so I bought a cheap cellphone, which I couldnt write message on. I was far too frustrated to be patient, even later on it didnt work. I hadnt my adress book with me cause that was in my cellphone that I couldnt reload. I tried go to online login on yahoo and facebook. That was so annoying beyond words. I had to wait there for my train until late afternoon. By that time my bad mood had passed and I looked for into going to Bristol. It was sad to leave the beautiful Cornwall, but I hadnt planned for more places to visit there. Which is too bad. I will come back there some day.
I was at Bristol 10pm, I couldnt find the Bristol backpackers so i took a taxi over there. It was wonderful to stretch out, sleep in a bed. The next day I got up early, I tried to get into my yahoo and facebok, msn in Bristol as well, the no luck. I went to Abergavenny in Wales that day, I have had second doubts about that place all along. My tarot reading had been bad and I felt compelled to go there. I tried to make the best out of it even though my anxiety level was very high. The little I saw of Wales was very beautiful with all its mountins, woods, valleys. Abergavenny is pretty little town. But the walkings I had planned in the mountins- the sugarloaf track was cancelled cause it was bad wheather and was too far to go there it was far from Abergavenny. If I had knew this I wouldnt had gone there. I was upset, disapointed like why had I come there, i couldnt get away from there either. I walked in the town instead, and checked out an old medival castle and their surrrounding nature. So it wasnt all that bad. but my mood was awful, I was very panicy felt paranoid, lost from the world. The had no computers to borrow or any internetcafe in Abergavenny It was along walk from the town to the backpackers and my feet and legs where very sore, it hurted when I walked. I thought about how money I have wasted by coming there. I shouldnt see it like that, cause it was great to see a little of Wales as well. i should just have looked it up more, perhaps gone somewhere it goes buses/trains all the way to were I would do the walking. I was so restless about being stuck there, so frustrated. It was hard to get into my room there that i shared with two other girls. Cause the codes and the door
The next morning which was monday I took an early train around 7am to Salisbury, it was like I couldnt get away from there soon enough.I can react like that if my travel plans get some changes that I didnt like or I get tested beyond what i feel is ok,, been very panicing etc. From Salisbury i took the Stonehenge tour. It was an interesting tour, the guide spoke about the city that had many medival buildings, and about Stonehenge. It was many people there at the Stonehenge, too bad one wasnt aloud to touch the stones. There where far too many people there for me to be able to get into some deep trance, meditation. It was still a cool feeling to be so close the stones, see them. They where really awesome. After walking around the stones a couple of times I went to the gift shop bought some souvenirs about the stones. I bought a t-shirt, some other stuff with the stomes on. After that the Tourbus took as back to Salisbury. The train to Bristol was cancelled so i had to wait for the next one, luckily my ticket was still valid. From Bristol I should go to the busstation but got misguided three times, that made me almost cry, so much tension, so mu noise, so much pressure it felt like it was too much to take that people where so nasty took my sit in the bus showed me wrong way. I know it is nothing, that happens everywhere. And usually I hardly een notice it. But I was tense, so exited for finally getting to Glastonbury, that anything that made it take me longer to get there felt awful.
I will write about Glastonbury and what happened there in my next post.
My flight to London Gatwick went well. I felt a bit nervous but mostly exited. In Gatwick I took the a train into Lonodon. First I wanted to go to a few witchstores. London is a very very big city, very loud, but friendly. My backpack was heavy and the more I had to walk the heavier it got. The first store I went to was Wicca Moon that is in Eltham outside the center of London, it was a nice shop, I bougt a pentagram cloth to have on my altar, a necklace with pentagrams, vervain and dragonsblood oil. After that i took the train to paddington in London to book the rest of my journey on train. It was a bit more expensive then I planned so I had to choose travels that would include waiting hours. After that I went to see a few other witchstores. I bought a few more oils, galangal, vervain and mandrake herbs, a beautiful book with moons and pentagram to write in. After that I went to the british museum- which was a bit of a disapointment. Cause it wasnt so much celtic stuff that I had expected and they had no gundestrup cauldron. The statue of Lilith and Celtic stuff they did have was great to see though. since I was too far from the other stuff to see in London I didnt see more then that. My back was hurting, so I took a cup of tea that was soothing, My panic level was pretty high all the time so I didnt enjoy being around so much noise, so many people that day. I took the night train to Penzance in Cornwall. Cause I wouldnt be able to enjoy nightclub like that, for some reason I felt like I just wanted to get out of the town. Cause I was too tensed about my trip what would happen to me, the tests and such. It was hard to sleep on the train, felt very vulnerable, was scared that something would happen to me.The nighttrain had some trouble in the middle of the night, so it stopped in the middle of nowhere for 2 hours. Which wasnt that bad cause when we came to Cornwall it was sunrise. So for hours in the train I so the beautiful landscape that looked a bit ancient with its, towers, castle ruins, bridges from medival.
At nine in the morning I was at Penzance. From there i took the bus to Madron village. From there I walked 2 kilometers, to see the Madrons well. It was in the woodland area, behind ST. Just´s well. Madronswell was very beautiful, I had picked flowers that I offered, I meditated and prayed for a while to The Goddesses.I danced around praised and Them, chanted their names. After that I went on walking to see a Celtic Chapel, it was so beautiful, I put flowers on the stone altar, danced around praised The Ladies, meditated and prayed. I felt so at home at that space like I could be there forever, I would have stayed there longer if it werent for a horrible sound nearby that just got stronger and stronger, The noise got on my nerves after a few hours, so I left the Chapel and Madrons well. I have taken pictures of the places that I will put up on flickr this weekend. Back in the Madron village I took the bus back to Penzance, my cellphone had died and it was impossible to reload the battery cause we in sweden has different of adapters from the UK. I had no idea about that, so that was very frustrating. Adapters were very expensive so I bought a cheap cellphone, which I couldnt write message on. I was far too frustrated to be patient, even later on it didnt work. I hadnt my adress book with me cause that was in my cellphone that I couldnt reload. I tried go to online login on yahoo and facebook. That was so annoying beyond words. I had to wait there for my train until late afternoon. By that time my bad mood had passed and I looked for into going to Bristol. It was sad to leave the beautiful Cornwall, but I hadnt planned for more places to visit there. Which is too bad. I will come back there some day.
I was at Bristol 10pm, I couldnt find the Bristol backpackers so i took a taxi over there. It was wonderful to stretch out, sleep in a bed. The next day I got up early, I tried to get into my yahoo and facebok, msn in Bristol as well, the no luck. I went to Abergavenny in Wales that day, I have had second doubts about that place all along. My tarot reading had been bad and I felt compelled to go there. I tried to make the best out of it even though my anxiety level was very high. The little I saw of Wales was very beautiful with all its mountins, woods, valleys. Abergavenny is pretty little town. But the walkings I had planned in the mountins- the sugarloaf track was cancelled cause it was bad wheather and was too far to go there it was far from Abergavenny. If I had knew this I wouldnt had gone there. I was upset, disapointed like why had I come there, i couldnt get away from there either. I walked in the town instead, and checked out an old medival castle and their surrrounding nature. So it wasnt all that bad. but my mood was awful, I was very panicy felt paranoid, lost from the world. The had no computers to borrow or any internetcafe in Abergavenny It was along walk from the town to the backpackers and my feet and legs where very sore, it hurted when I walked. I thought about how money I have wasted by coming there. I shouldnt see it like that, cause it was great to see a little of Wales as well. i should just have looked it up more, perhaps gone somewhere it goes buses/trains all the way to were I would do the walking. I was so restless about being stuck there, so frustrated. It was hard to get into my room there that i shared with two other girls. Cause the codes and the door
The next morning which was monday I took an early train around 7am to Salisbury, it was like I couldnt get away from there soon enough.I can react like that if my travel plans get some changes that I didnt like or I get tested beyond what i feel is ok,, been very panicing etc. From Salisbury i took the Stonehenge tour. It was an interesting tour, the guide spoke about the city that had many medival buildings, and about Stonehenge. It was many people there at the Stonehenge, too bad one wasnt aloud to touch the stones. There where far too many people there for me to be able to get into some deep trance, meditation. It was still a cool feeling to be so close the stones, see them. They where really awesome. After walking around the stones a couple of times I went to the gift shop bought some souvenirs about the stones. I bought a t-shirt, some other stuff with the stomes on. After that the Tourbus took as back to Salisbury. The train to Bristol was cancelled so i had to wait for the next one, luckily my ticket was still valid. From Bristol I should go to the busstation but got misguided three times, that made me almost cry, so much tension, so mu noise, so much pressure it felt like it was too much to take that people where so nasty took my sit in the bus showed me wrong way. I know it is nothing, that happens everywhere. And usually I hardly een notice it. But I was tense, so exited for finally getting to Glastonbury, that anything that made it take me longer to get there felt awful.
I will write about Glastonbury and what happened there in my next post.
