Above the Donheads and the villages of the Chalk Valley rises White Sheet Hill the western end of a ridge that runs 16 miles to Salisbury. Few buildings are on this ridge other than agricultural barns protecting hay, straw and machinery.
Along the ridge runs an ancient road in parallel to the Ox-drove two miles to the south.
We went walking this road with Rosa the Dog on Saturday morning.
We came off the Ridgeway down to Berwick.
We swapped snow for cows, Rosa chased a fox.
Now I live in a City and spend time in metal boxes on tarmac roads. I miss Wiltshire and Dorset and the hills of my childhood.
But they are the sunny uplands of my mind.
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Dont know about you but i have seen enough of the snow to last me a lifetime… very bored of it. bring on the summer 🙂
Bring on the summer – second that emotion! We’re back down to visit the folks in Shaftesbury in some of the worst weather of the winter- and it’s spring!