The blog is getting very erratic these days isn't it? A day late, a day early. How does anyone know where they stand? But we're down in Dorset, waiting for my brother and family to arrive, and it's a quiet evening with the fire flickering, and we've had a beautiful day down here, and it's a busy day tomorrow...and it feels like a good moment to sit down and share a few photographs. This afternoon Charlie and I went for an amazing walk on Eggardon Hill.
Can I confess something, that local West Dorset readers will find a bit shocking? I've driven past Eggardon a thousand times, and written about it more than once, including the very very early days of this blog (May 2009, anyone?) but I've got to be honest... I've never actually stopped. I think I've always been too busy, as they say. In a bit of a rush to get down to Powerstock to see Jane and Johnny Holland, or, well, I don't know to where or what. So with nothing to do this afternoon, and a perfect, clear-blue-skied day, with the brilliant December sunshine casting long, low shadows across the countryside, we meandered over to Eggardon.
The views from the ancient hill fort are remarkable. You're not quite on top of the world, but you are on top of West Dorset.