In the time of the skylark

Tuesday 24 March 2020 My Dearest Boy, I walked early this morning, purposely over the fields – muddy but still firm with frost, towards the railway line.  I would have taken you on this path today.  I passed no-one.  It’s so quiet.  There are few planes in the sky. As the air warmed the yellowhammers…

THE WESSEX RIDGEWAY: From the Stones to the Wheel – Warminster to Hindon

14 September.  The early morning warmth in the air boded well as I left Warminster, swiftly noted the suitably named Middle Hill and then  Scratchbury Hill before reaching Heytesbury.  What an idyllically situated village! I passed the ( very small) lock up; then residents taking offerings of jams, tomatoes and scarlet runners to their local…