Sometimes, I put the knitting needles down.
Just for a while, so that I can stretch my fingers.
Today, the stoic spouse, the twinnage and I actually went out together. At the same time. To the same place.
There’s an impressive-looking Iron Age hill fort near here that I pass on my way to work. I’d love to get a photo of it with the early morning sun draped across its terraces, but I’m generally late and in a rush. So today, we all went off to climb it. The weather was not kind to photographers, but the fort was pretty impressive.
You can see its terraces as you approach from below. Apparently there was a camp there from around 500BC, then a hill fort from around the 4th century BC to the 1st century AD.
You can feel the history of the place as you walk up each of the steep terraces. The lives that must have been lived and lost here. The wooden structures that must have been built. The eagle eyes watching the landscape around for approaching invaders.
Then at last we were at the top, looking down the other side.
The view in the opposite direction wasn’t bad, either. Defending this hill, you’d definitely spot the approaching hordes before they could get to you.
The twinnage was quite interested in a thistle:-
And soon it was getting dark, so we headed down.
Anyway, there is knitting to be done. Better get back to it. I have wine, I have a roaring log fire, I have knitting. The twinnage is in bed. The stoic spouse is roasting a joint of beef. All is well. 🙂
I am obsessed with the Iron Age and all it entails so I am feeling really jealous right now. The US just doesn’t have that kind of history.
We are lucky having things like this on our doorstep. But I’m embarrassed that I’ve lived here for two years and only just been up there for the first time.
Don’t feel bad. I’m a native Texan and I’ve never seen the Alamo. Which is just about our only piece of history.