My Somerset holiday took a strange turn

[ColdHands]

So l visited Glastonbury Tor with a camera and a half decent zoom lens.

Sure enough someone had stuffed a football into one of the windows of St Michael's Tower (the tower at the top of the tor), and the tower was descrated with graffiti, just a load of names, some within love hearts. I can't think of a better way to jinx onesself.

That said, l'm not into mystic Christianity and all the New Age meditation and occidental dharmic practises l saw going on there. 

There was also a woman with a pale hat, probably white or very light yellow.

 

Ok the point is, I later checked my pics and saw something odd. Seemingly sat on one of the stone benches within the tower was an object, it sort of looks shaded in the original pic, indicating it's dead and subject to light cast on it from all around (the tower is open top, roofless, but the skylight doesn't infiltrate very far down into the tower).

However, it's rather bright compared to the surrounds.

I'm 50:50 on it being .... incandescent?

It definitely wasn't the previously seen football, that was there even as l left (l took some parting shots). It wasn't the woman's hat. Any opinions on what it was? I have processed the image to intensify the colours and there appear to be faint blue veins running through it in one of my processed edits. The sepia edit is to show how bright it is compared to the surrounding countryside basking under open skies on the hottest June day recorded.

The lady in front of the sphere was either reading the memorial inscription within the tower, or she was doing some New Age prayer (as l had witnessed her doing on a few occasions).

 

Edited 2 hours ago by ColdHands
Forgot the sepia one, pressed wrong button and posted topic instead of adding sepia pic

[ColdHands]

I could also add, I momentarily heard a small male choir singing a single note, two or three times within the space of about 1-2 minutes, whilst in that tower. I thought it was about 10 male voices but then l checked and 3 monks were hung drawn and quartered there. Maybe it was 3 voices singing in unison? I swear it happened just like that.

[Rob]

For as long as I have been on this planet and certainly in the past 5 and a half decades, Glastonbury has had more than its fair share of weirdos. From the nobility to the peasantry, it has somehow found itself bound into an annual religious schedule. Just the latest incarnation of the out of mind experience seemingly required by a group of questionable sanity. I blame the son of the then Marquis of Bath for being an integral part of the ensuing chaos, with his wifelets and copious quantities of dope.

Those attracted to Stonehenge invariably made their way down to Worthy Farm for the music a couple days after the summer solstice. I could never understand why many didn't wear shoes, given the levels of dogs**t on the pavements in those days. And passing through prime agricultural land, the chance of being hit by a flying cowpat was high. 

Moving to the current day, you may have dodged a bullet, as it would have been quite possible for Trump to make an appearance too, given his position as President, God,  and a total belief in all things narcissistic. I heard he had gained copyright over the word Trump. The strange sounds you could hear was probably his personal choir of disciples, perfecting their flatulence for his appearance as God at this year's non-festival.