We spent the weekend down in Somerset. Saturday was taken up wandering around weird and wonderful Glastonbury, a place that makes me feel as though the Mind Body Spirit section of Waterstone's has morphed to become it's own town. Then on Sunday we took a short walk through nearby country lanes before lunch. As ever I took my camera but felt quite uninspired... that was until I noticed the telegraph poles everywhere with powerlines radiating from them at all angles and, sometimes, in Cats-Cradle-like formations.
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