|Kelston Hill in September|
Recently I had an email from someone writing a book about racecourses, he wanted to know about the 'sun disc' on Lansdown. Now up to a couple of years ago the lansdown had been part of my walking life with my dog, a place to wander and think. Over the years I accumulated a lot of history about the barrows, Roman sites, etc. But its greatest treasures were the birds and wild flowers, the great ash trees that lined the sides of the valleys. The deer early in the morning as they browsed the edge of the woodlands, the little muntjac that would run somewhat ungainly across the open to the safety of the trees, and old brer fox, wandering idly back from a night out hunting.
|Toadflax on the race course|