When it is all over I shall miss it.
Let me share some photos....
A splendid view met our eyes on the way down from the Burial Mounds at Kingley Vale. Believe it or not just a few minutes before I took this photo a large peregrine falcon flew close to us as we crested the hillock. I was honoured.
A flock of birds in the distance added more grace to the landscape.
We were lucky with the weather, sunny but with a stormy sky, dramatic and gorgeous.
This was the view from atop the hill at Kingely Vale and from the burial Mounds
Ancient Bronze age Burial Mounds atop a hill beyond an ancient Yew Forest with spectacular views on either side for miles. Truly a special place.
We arrived at the burial mounds atop the hill to e welcomed by a powerfully stormy sky.
Wild Clematis grew in Abundance at Kingely Vale.
I found this site of an old Rowan entwined with Ivy truly magical and mystical. I have an adoration for Ivy and a personal association with Rowan.
The Last photo I took at Kingely Vale and an inspired moment, a member of the team looks very primal behind the statue.
We also visited a Hazel Coppice, something which is somewhat of a rarity nowadays and an old practise.
The bark of an ancient tree that had been pollarded.
A huge bull that is close to our indigenous species of cattle.
The Biggest Beech you I ever did see!