I spent a very pleasant day at the Glastonbury town celebrations on May 1st, otherwise known as Beltane. There was a brilliant atmosphere of pagan unruliness mashed up with a nice family day out. There were Green men, Red women and mad dogs. The sun shone and someone shouted an invocation to the ancestors as they raised up the maypole.
After a while, I climbed the hill to the top of the tor to take in the view and watch the crows swooping in the valley below. On the way down, I asked a friend, jokingly, if there was a door to the Otherworld nearby. To my surprise, she said she knew the exact location. Apparently, there’s a stone in the overgrown lane leading away from the main path. This stone is the gateway leading directly to Avalon. Needless to say, I’ll have to go back there another day to take a picture of it.
I love discovering local legends surrounding ancient sites and this was a juicy one I hadn’t heard before – although Glastonbury is so stuffed with myths it’s sometimes hard to see the real place for all the magic and mayhem. It gave me an idea for book 3 in the Parallel World Traveller series. All I know so far is that this story will focus on the dark agenda of the Pilgrims and Journeywomen as they attempt to control all the known and discoverable worlds. The main character will start her journey by accident at the foot of the tor by the stone.
All I know so far is that this story will focus on the dark agenda of the Pilgrims and Journeywomen as they attempt to control all the known and discoverable worlds. The main character will start her journey by accident at the foot of the tor by the stone.
I have a title too. Harper. Harper is the hero, although she’s more of an anti-hero in ways I’m not quite sure of yet. I can almost see her – and I feel she’s running from someone, running scared down the hill, stumbling over the gateway stone… Harper must be about twenty-five, curvy, dangerously curious. She’s always in trouble.
This is how it starts for me. A spark inside my mind, something seen or felt in a fleeting moment, and then – an unexpected seed is planted – and the story comes alive.