Tussocks

[The Pumpkin King]

This will be my fifth Glastonbury - but does anyone know if Glastonbury, and the surrounding area, has tussocks?

[dimus]

That definitely wins the award of strangest Glastonbury related question I've seen.

[verrymerry]

Am I the only one who thought you were talking about tunnocks?

[The Pumpkin King]

Am I the only one who thought you were talking about tunnocks?

Edited June 15, 2014 by The Pumpkin King

[___S_o_m_a__]

This will be my fifth Glastonbury - but does anyone know if Glastonbury, and the surrounding area, has tussocks?

Edited June 15, 2014 by ___S_o_m_a__

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

Magic mushrooms?

[Guest]

No

why?

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

There's mention of tussocks near Glastonbury in this article;

Glastonbury Badgers

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We stopped, D and I, on the road back from Glastonbury, this cold and strange evening, pulled by the vision of a warm golden moon, slightly egg-shaped, overhead – and the memory, clear as the mountain ridges of cloud, liminals edged with silvery-gold, of a time twenty years ago when, much younger, we also halted the car, got out and watched.

That last time, the grass was frost-stiffened, the moon very large and silver, slightly distorted – and, as we looked over the pointed tussocks of fragile grass, badgers appeared and tumbled, played, trundled, their black and white pelts emerging and disappearing, striped by nature and the mirror of the moon.

We were entranced, touched, amused, wanted to join them, went into their space and watched, a bit closer, their lunar cavorting, the strange snuffling of their snouts, the way their heavy paws left runnels in the icy perfection.

Their intimate connection with the landscape, noted then, if only subliminally, gave me pause for thought upon this equally cold evening – as, car pulled in to a handy lay-by, we opened doors and, coat-less and excited as children, rushed out into the frigidity of late March air and, resting elbows on the unyielding chilliness of a gate, we, once again, looked out over a field.

This time, the moon was welcoming, if slightly pixilated, a buttery ovoid lending its colour sparingly to the night sky.

There were no badgers on this occasion – but the Plough was clearly visible, and we spoke of the coming of Taurus, soon, and the Zodiac generally – because our reason for visiting Glastonbury was to hear an inspirational talk, about which I shall say more tomorrow.

But, we both felt that our energy had been raised by the company of pilgrims with whom we had spent the evening. And I certainly recognised that I have been in hibernation, in esoteric terms, over the past nine months or so.

It was necessary. I think I had to remain Earth-bound, for the most part, in order to set up the blog, publish the novel and ease my way out of teaching.

But, I have been reminded of the higher calling we all have, the wider landscape and our connections to it – and, indeed, to one another. And I do not, for a moment, consider it coincidence that we all met at this time and that particular place.

Synchronicity on many levels: D. and I will become pilgrims once more when, in just under a month, we set off for Derbyshire and become a part of the Song of the Troubadour, the weekend of wonder which marks the opening of the Silent Eye school.

But the other thing is this: the celebration of a friendship, a deep connection which, in this manifestation, has lasted thirty one years – and which will, I am sure, last the rest of our lives.

Yes, we are a part of something far bigger – but that much larger canvas is made up of the smaller stories, the love affairs, close friendships, the links between human beings – and the net of light we all both surf and serve.

[Glastonlocal]

Not really sure what the OP is on about, but I think you'll find tussocks up on the mendips (north of the festival).

[oneeye]

Who gives a tuss? (groan)

The question of tussocks is not one I've ever contemplated, however it is now my word of the day, so thank you Pumpkin King for raising the issue

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

This advert refers to plummed tussock grass being available in Glastonbury. However, it appears to be a made up example. This brings us no further on the quest to know if Glastonbury and the surrounding area have tussocks or not. However, it was an interesting diversion I'm sure you'll agree.

http://www.greenplantswap.co.uk/listings?category=free&miles=1000&order=distance&q=plumed+tussock+grass

[Johnny Appleseed]

That definitely wins the award of strangest Glastonbury related question I've seen.