On Midsummer’s Day, whilst Avebury heaved, Treaclechops and I walked up here to Fyfield Down and had this landscape to ourselves. (Apart from hares, weasels, buzzards, kestrels, a small deer, a stonechat, some wagtails and countless other feathered friends.)
Stones litter the landscape. Sit a while and take it in. There’s so much to enjoy.