Lad Barrow

We drove right up the farm track and parked next to the field in which it lies. Reduced to an uncultivated patch in the distance, we didn’t dare walk over the field to see it for fear of becoming caked in mud up to our knees. I noted that the farm on which it stand is called Lad barrow farm, which may be why it still exists: you wouldn’t plough up the very thing your land was named after would you? Though big, from this distance it really is quite underwhelming, though its position on the highest land up here is stunning.