After the gradient-related excitement of Porlock Hill you feel on top of the world up here. You can see for miles and miles – back up to the Quantocks and out over the (yesterday, gloriously blue) Severn estuary to Wales. Exmoor ponies nibble around you while you lie back on the heathery/bilberried slope.
Typically I had no idea at the time that this site or the Whit Stones were up here.. but they’re in the perfect spot and I can’t say I’m surprised (which is why I feel justified in my fieldnote despite not seeing them..)