An accidental tourist at Stonehenge


Self-photo at Stonehenge by Elise D. Parker

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 map-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.


Park bench at Glastonbury.  Photo by Elise D. Parker

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.


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