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| What does a skint Tma'er want most for his birthday ? Yep ! A full tank of petrol, nice one dad. In between school runs I decide to take myself over to the Maiden castle of the north, the second most impressive hill fort i've ever seen. Sadly it rained all the way here, but, no matter, I have waterproofing, funny though, it stopped raining as I got them on, it does that quite often. Dressed as an orange fluorescent Jedi Knight I enter the fort by it's main western entrance and make my way via a myriad of paths to the modern stairway at it's north western corner, we had a picnic here one summer many years ago, Eric was still in nappies, I always meant to come back but it's taken almost ten years, bad postie. Incorrectly I start a circuit of the fort in an anticlockwise manner, mostly because I intend to get up Llwyn Coppice, the hill next door, to get a different view of the fort and I need to see what access is like. Passing the entrance, New Oswestry stands not far away, compared to the fort it is a sprawling metropolis. Low mist clings to even the lowest hills and I cant make out any distant features at all. Half way round I come to a herd of sheep, one in particular keeps eyeballing me, it is the last to turn tail and scarper further up the ditch, but they don't go far and I'm chasing them all the way round from the lesser eastern entrance and all the way back to the stairs, which they use with ease, Oi they're people stairs, I use a Jedi mind trick that only works on the feeble minded and they stick to the bottom of the ditch. After an inspection of the mystery ditches I conclude they must be frog farms and leave the fort walls. Time for a climb of the nearest and closest hills, to the north is a 151 meter high hill that looks a good vantage point to eye up the western fortifications. It is. An harangued Buzzard flew past being mobbed by Crows, poor thing. Next after a walk down the road containing a waving good morning from a fat fellow with two Labradors. Soon I'm up to the top of llwyn coppice hill, a good lookout point if you can get a view through the trees. And a nice place in itself, autumnal colours abound, and birds streak by, but, the local youth have been here and even the trees have been Graffitied and one poor tree has had a dozen long nails hammered in to a six inch space. God damn no brains, they should all just drop down dead. Time to go see some stones. |
Posted by postman13th November 2012ce Edited 13th November 2012ce
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| Ha ha ha! Great to read your notes as ever. |
Posted by thesweetcheat13th November 2012ce |
| And always a pleasure to write'em |
Posted by postman 14th November 2012ce |
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