Walking Notes, 22.11.2015: Burrow Mump and Glastonbury Tor

For my first Somerset walk since moving to the West Country I chose the best day of skies all year.  There's a lot of big talk about the skies in the Fens but in 13 years of living in East Anglia I saw nothing like these. Here, in a compressed early winter afternoon, was not just one kind of great sky, but several, all doing their stuff, sometimes even competing for attention simultaneously.