Easton on the Hill walk: the final conclusion and the walkers’ return


Meandering pictures and rambling words by Tony Attwood

Previously published

And now you will be relieved to know, here is the final selection…

And foresooth at this time we may perceive that despite the jolly faces and determined step of those venturing forth, the clouds were gathering overhead. Could rain be foretold?

Yes there was blueness above, but in all a feeling of shadow was being cast upon the walkers ways forward. Mind you this might have been because by this time I realise, having only come back to Rambling the week

before after a five month absence due to a series of mishaps, that there was more to this Rambling lark than meets the eye.  In short the back was playing up a bit.

But of course your valient reporter makes nothing of such matters (at least at the time) and scampering onward I stopped to take pictures of those behind, but phew that took a bit of doing I can tell you.

But what really did interest me in taking the “snaps” as us professionals call them, was the way the sky colour changed.  I think gernally I am too busy trying not to fall over, but when having walked on a little to take a “backward glance” as us pros call it, I did think the sky was a remarkable pattern of, well, patterns.

Maybe we could occaisonally introduce a “sky stop” where everyone is asked to pause and look.

Although perhaps not while climbing the very modern and well mainted bridges over the more soggy bits of the landscape.

(Actually I can’t remember what this bridge went over, but I am sure it was something that was jolly well unpleasant and not the sort of thing that one wants to tread in during the last quarter of the journey, if you get my drift. )

Note the arrows in the picture above showing how to ascend the steps.  Curiously there were no such markers helping one descend at the other end.

But soon we were back to the village and this is the picture I really like, because it shows the whole essence of of what a village that was recorded in the Domesday Book should look like.

I may be rather odd about this but I also live in a village listed in the Domesday Book.and the realisation that this was the case was a major factor in my moving there.  To be living where people dwelled 1000 years ago is an astonishing feeling for me, although as I hve found from converstaion, it doesn’t necessarily move anyone else.

I wonder do the people living here know?  I thought of knocking on their doors to tell them, but then thought better of it.  Besides if interested they can always look it up.

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