I remember visiting Rempstone one awful Autumn day. Sideways rain followed by a heavy mist coming down. You could only see about 50 ft ahead, even up on top of the Studland hills amongst the barrows. By the time I'd found the circle it was very dull and moody amongst the trees, and I'd swear someone was following me. Put the willies up me proper good. I'd only gone cos' the day prior, my Pops had done the walk and told me how wonderful the views were across the bay from the hills.