my family went to the British Isles, and drove around in a little van. I don’t remember as much as I’d like from that trip, but I have vivid memories of Glastonbury.
We’d gotten a bit lost, somewhere on the Salisbury plain, and then saw a hill with a very intriguing tower at a great distance. We started steering for the hill, to see what it was (a puzzle in itself, since roads often don’t go where you’d like them to go.) We finally made it to Glastonbury, which turned out to be a fascinating place.
The history there is pretty spectacular, even if you leave off the more speculative bits, and runs all the way up through the Reformation. And of course, the Arthurian stories and so on are very stirring. But the thing that got to me the most was the story of the dissolution of the monastery under Henry VIII, the way the abbott fought the crown, and eventually was hung on Glastonbury Tor.
I don’t know what it is like today, but it was thrilling in ‘73.