Many mornings, while I slumber at the foot of the Tor, as that edifice looms up above me like an ancient (and, I’d like to think, protective) presence, I’m blithely unaware of the beautiful and somewhat other-worldly white veil of mist which lies like a silk bedspread, drawn over the fields all around. This is the dawn mist around Glastonbury Tor.
So it’s quite eye-opening, once in a while, to get up early, scoot off to a suitable vantage point and actually take a look—and even a photo, like the one above. And maybe a closer shot, like the one below.
This dawn mist is evocative of the title of the Arthurian legend fantasy book, The Mists of Avalon by the American writer Marion Zimmer Bradley.
On a more prosaic level, I like the way the tops of some of the trees protrude out of the top of the mist.