Yesterday on our way home we popped into the Chalice Well garden in Glastonbury. Now normally you can buy some little “votive candles” which you can light and leave near the wellhead if you so wish. A lot of people do, but there were no candles for sale on Sunday.
This was because apparently the day before, someone had managed to “set themselves on fire” while attempting to light one of these things “So we are not selling them today”
Excusermer me?!
Surely the day before was the best day to not be selling candles then.
I don’t mean to be rude, but a lot of the people who go to the gardens are pretty combustible looking – long hair, beads of various materials and ethnicity around their necks, big beards, “traditional” style “robes” of no fixed fire retardence and so on. Did no one ever think “Our general demographic appears a bit bonfirey don’t you think?” and maybe decide to not sell them candles?
And when I say “candles” I mean those little squat “T light” things, not massive big church style jobbies.
Or did they think that this unfortunate person was just the first in a wave of careless people about to descend on them?
“Oh blimey Doris, the first of the year has gone up in flames in the top garden – best stop selling the candles for a month. I don’t’ know, they get here earlier each summer”
But anyway, we had a nice visit there amid the women with flowers in their hair hugging trees. No they were not naked. Like I’d take Sarah somewhere like that.
People in flames is one thing, but public Nekkidness? Now reeely.
