I (Elise) first traveled abroad in high school, and when the opportunity presented itself to study abroad while a student at Millsaps College, I embraced it wholeheartedly. I spent a summer amok, I mean abroad, studying and traveling through Munich, London, Paris, and Prague.
One of my favorite adventures from that summer was a weekend I spent in Glastonbury. If you know me, you know that I am “directionally challenged,” so looking at a map of England, the train trip from London to Glastonbury didn’t look all that far (137 miles, actually). Three hours by car, but a whole day by train. By the time I arrived, it was getting dark. Most of the tourists had gone for the day, and I could not find the youth hostel.
It was a beautiful full moon that night, and I was only a little alarmed by the ladies in white robes who began a singing ceremony at the top of Glastonbury Tor (neo-Druids, I learned). A local guy told me about a small place not far where I could crash for the night, which turned out to be a food shed bin. I thanked him for his hospitality, but as soon as he was gone I walked back into “town.” I slept a few hours on a park bench (see the pic below, with a horse grazing in the grass beside me, until dawn when I could find a hotel with breakfast.
This post is an excerpt from an article about the Roaming Parkers that first ran in Ernest Herndon’s Adventure Section of the McComb Enterprise Journal in 2017.