Saturday, 12 September 2009

Flying Solo

I drop her off at pre-school and you'd think I'd go home to relax or at least to do something different while I've got some time to myself, wouldn't you?  But no!

I take a new-to-me path from Cecil Road up to the Woods.  It's a steeper, stonier course than we usually take, one which requires more input of energy - or is it just that I'm unemcumbered by my very own Wood Pixie and so I'm able to march along, working those leg muscles harder than they have become used to?  I snag my bare legs on a few blackberry brambles but nothing to invite tears and I head up to Worlebury Camp, taking a few photos of trees on the way.

 The 'Camp'

The Camp/Encampment/Iron Age Fort is a substantial clearing in the Woods at the top of Worlebury Hill, offering delightful vistas of Sand Bay/Point, the Bristol Channel and Wales - the view is stunning on a clear day such as today.  Once there, I examine the holes or pits that I wrote about in my latest Weston Mercury Blog post and I realise that they are more circlar than square and are larger than I first thought (maybe 6, 7, 8 foot in diametre).  These holes have been purpose-built for ... well, there has been some (but not nearly enough) speculation as to exactly what these stoned-lined wells were built for. One thing is clear; they have been here for hundreds, probably thousands, of years.  Moss and ivy crawl up the walls and there are more of these pits than I had first imagined - dozens in fact.  Most have been maintained (by the Rangers?) while those situated a little away from the path are disguised by brambles. As I venture inwards through the stinging nettles, I tred carefully, mindful that another seven or eight foot deep hole could well be hidden by overgrowth. I fancy that I'm swallowed up, pulled down into the opening and that I find myself in one of these crevices that, in ancient times, may have been used to store grain and/or as burial grounds.  Research tells me that faeries have been spotted here - my mind frees itself.

The moon is visible in the cloudless, daytime sky, dragging the sea inwards: in an hour's time it will be high tide.  Up here on Worlebury Hill, exposed to the elements, I explore not only this mysterious terrain but also an unseen space, creating my own Fantasy World.

Maybe I'll tell you about it one day?



  1. Fantastic pic, and a great time of year for faerie spotting - there will be more about in October, I have no doubt. I'm not sure I've ever been to Worlebury Hill, although I had a great dinner in Worle a few years ago! It sounds intriguing. I used to hang out at Cadbury Camp in Tickenham, which is a very magic place too :-)

  2. The pits may be for grain storage - you often find them within the Iron Age hillforts which acted as kind of administrative centres for the areas around them as well as defensive structures in times of conflict.