29/04/06 Another burial cairn E of Brat’s Hill, looking W. One of many. On this perfect bank holiday Saturday it didn’t matter that I was up to my neck in old stones – just to be there was perfection, with the larks in the air, the liquid call of the Curlew, a Raven, black as night, quartering the sky, and a fresh breeze blowing up from the west, sighing through the yellow grasses. I’ve been out on t’hill all day in the sunshine, spring has finally sprung, the new lambs have just been born, and it’s good to be alive...... behind, if you’re interested, is the ridge of Whin Rigg and Illgill Head, which I traversed earlier in the day. Settle down Beavis.
Image credit: The Eternal
