Hackpen Hill…

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Even our ‘elusive barrow’ was bigger than we expected.

We couldn’t help being reminded of the Fairy Mine.

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And we would have got a lot closer still

but for the seven-foot-tall stinging nettles.

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“We were pressed for time the last time we visited Hackpen Hill.”

“Ilkley wasn’t it by way of Marlborough to pick up the staves?”

“Staffs not staves.”

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“That’s the ‘fella’.”

“The fellow with half a face?”

“Sounds like the title of something.”

“It doubtless is.”

“Or should be.”

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“Strange, how patterns in the landscape,

figures of speech,

modes of mind,

attract some people…”

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“Yet not others.”