Just another Ridgeway hillfort, (though better if you don’t get out a lot like me.)
Worth a visit though, if only to be reminded of the sheer effort involved (this is a pretty big one). Needs some imagination to get the full impact though – deeper, steeper ditches, higher ramparts and timber stockade on top – not at all pretty or softened like now but a place of power and warning, something to force you to feel huge respect even if you viewed it from ten miles away. People not to be messed with lightly.
It’s not as it was though, Fresh badger diggings adding to the erosion, just like they’ve been doing constantly since their Nth grandparents were doing it. But there’s a long way to go. It’ll still be impressive in a thousand years.
Hardly a speck of it is quite how it was, its a different place. Even the amazing view to the North. So its best to keep the imagination in gear. Just one thing’s the same maybe. The loud plaintiff hiss of the wind in the stunted hawthorns, at precisely the same pitch as they heard. So if you close your eyes you’re back in the authentic Iron Age.
Open them again though, this isn’t the place to spend the night with a broken leg.