I celebrated my 60th birthday in Glastonbury with my friend Ruth. Can you guess my sign?
We were staying in a cottage in the countryside outside of Glastonbury. Here's how my birthday started out with a lovely breakfast, six candles, and presents!
The Tor in Glastonbury is a good place for contemplation. Here's what it looked like from my bedroom window:
And here's what it looked like from the base:
However, it turned out to be much less imposing and easier to climb than I imagined. Certainly not a 14er! I found myslef laughing and having a good time at the top. 60 is not serious at all!
Of course no birthday would be complete without birthday goodies. Here's my favorite tarte au citron:
Which we enjoyed with tea, sitting in the late afternoon sunshine outside our cottage: