Man, Myth and Legend. Part 1.

Who are you? What’s your myth? What’s your story?

Part one of three; ‘MAN’


I was inspired to write this blog to explore the personal connection to ‘self’ and how ‘self’ can influence us in our everyday life, play and travel. I have noticed that many people who come on a tour with me are on a personal quest to discover who they are and what they represent. While it is sometimes easier to do this whilst travelling, especially in a sacred environment, it can be done anywhere anytime. When you embark on a path of self-discovery, revelations sometimes present when you least expect it, like on the toilet or in a supermarket.


I’d like to grasp this opportunity to introduce you to the world of OURTOR and who is working behind the scenes to give you a better idea what we’re all about. You can also find out more about the team in our ‘News’ page.

Who are you? Who am I?


I am Tor Webster. I dreamt up the on-demand tour app ‘OURTOR’ and bring you the blog ‘City history, Mystery and Magic’. I have been very fortunate to be brought up in a mystical and magical world. I run a small tour company in the intriguing town of Glastonbury, also known as Avalon, in Somerset, England. Avalon is associated with one of our greatest legends, King Arthur Pendragon, who was the inspiration for the name of our new company ‘OURTOR’. King Arthur rescued the Celts from the claws of the Roman Empire and brought the culture of the bear back to the land of Britain.

The name Arthur means ‘bear’, uniting the bear folk with the druidic folk of the ‘dragons’, whilst ‘Pen’ in Pendragon stands for ‘chief’.

Avalon translates as ‘land of apples’. It was here two thousand years ago that the family of Christ settled and planted the many trees they had brought over from the Mediterranean. One of these was an apple tree. Fast-forward one thousand years and you’ll find the monks of Glastonbury abbey skilfully mastering the art of cider-making and in doing so putting Somerset firmly on the map, where it still takes the place of honour even to this day for its world-renowned cider. This scrumptious drink is a personal favourite and enjoyed by many.


I called my tour company ‘Tor’s Tour of the Tor’ mainly because of my own name ‘Tor’, which was given to me by my Danish mother, but also in honor of the holy hill of Glastonbury, The Glastonbury Tor. Both this holy hill and I were named after the Anglo-Saxon God of thunder ‘Thor’.

What does your name say about you?

While some people seem to think their name is not important, I would argue its importance. It is like a mantra being cast every time someone talks to you. Look at the meaning of your name and see if it helps you find part of your purpose. There are no mistakes. Even if you do not attune to your name, it is worth finding some connection as it will help you find peace and begin your journey to identity.

Where do you find yourself? The place you live also identifies you. Where you are born has spiritual significance. Sometimes it is hard to find the reason behind it, but people often realise the importance of it later in their life. It is just like truth unravelling. It does not have to be a huge story, but it is often an interesting one. Where you end up being calls you and helps define you in an unusual way that can help enrich your life, especially if you allow time to attune to the process. The same happens when travelling.

People are often called to visit certain places in their lives that show them the next part in the jigsaw of self-discovery.

Glastonbury Tor


It is uncanny how the most significant moments in my life have happened on top of this very hill, Glastonbury Tor. When I was seven, my mother took me up to the top of Glastonbury Tor along with a couple of her friends and their children. There we each selected an ‘Animal Spirit Guide Card.’ I picked the ‘bear’. That evening back at home I offered to make up a bedtime story for the younger kids. In the story, we travelled into the caves under the Tor where we encountered three doors. Whilst we were trying to figure out which door to enter, a dragon appeared and challenged us. We convinced the dragon we were good-natured folk upon which were allowed to enter the door that led us to a room which was filled with gold.

photo by Kim Crumble.

When I was twelve, I asked my mother if I could go to Glastonbury on a little holiday of my own. Liking this idea, she arranged for me to stay at the Shamballa center for the weekend. I hardly made it off the Tor throughout that whole weekend. I was mesmerized. When I got my driving license, my first trip in my VW campervan took me to the campsite by the side of the Tor. Everywhere I travelled I would always have vivid dreams of the Tor, as if it was calling me home.

In 2010, I saw a beautiful lady in Glastonbury town. I was captivated by her smile. I smiled back and as I was walking past her, I suddenly heard a little voice in my head say

“What are you doing? You are walking past your wife-to-be!”

But another voice joined in and said: “Don’t worry, you’ll see her again very soon.” I answered: “I’d better!” Sure enough, that same evening I was walking up the Tor with my dog, Sage, and guess who I met up there? The same wonderful lady, who did become my wife and I have been happily married to ever since. The most recent synchronicity was only a few months ago when I was meeting my godson Gabriel to do some meditation. I told him I had some exciting news and we decided to go for a walk up the Tor. Up there, I told him about my new business venture and asked him if he would be interested to be part of it. He was very excited about the idea and gladly accepted my proposal. OURTOR, city tours on demand, was born.

I have often wondered why there is such a strong link between this hill and me. Maybe I have had past lives where the Tor played a pivotal role. Maybe it is the connection in name, or maybe it is the nature of this holy hill that attracts me. It seems so deep I can’t truly comprehend it but it might be more common than I think. All I know is that this hill will always be part of my life and when I die, I want my ashes scattered on top of the Tor.


I hope my sharing here has inspired you to look a little deeper into your story. Have you ever asked yourself who you are? What is your story? We would love to hear it. Why not share your story here in the comments, or write it down for yourself. Who knows what might unravel.


The next blog will be available on Thursday 19th of December at midnight, GMT.

Most of the western world celebrates Christmas, but what does it truly mean nowadays? Very few of the younger generations go to church willing around the festive period, but they still enter into the spirit of things, buying gifts, having feasts and meeting with family and friends. Why?


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