|Kelston Round Hill viewed from the racecourse|
Yesterday reading Poetry in a Red Dress Blog a sudden shock of sadness for walks long gone overcame me. A whole group of people had gone up to one of my favourite long walks to Kelston Roundhill above Bath for midsummer solstice. Not that I wanted to be part of the group, only the memory of wandering up with Moss on a summer day to the small but perfectly rounded hill with its small copse of trees. You could walk from Bath race course down an old track that would lead eventually to North Stoke village. But taking the track to the left would take you up the hill. There was another walk up from our village, Weston but it was uphill all the way.
Over the years I explored this part of the world, watching on Sundays as the balloons sailed over from Bristol, often coming down on this higher land. The wicker baskets bumping along the grass, no one got hurt. On Sunday you could also get a balloon ride from Victoria Park in Bath, where Moss's ashes are scattered, as a throwaway line!
In Deborah's blog she mentions that there was probably a bronze age barrow on top of the hill, years ago a tree had overturned in a storm and beneath it's roots there was a pile of stones. But of course the Bronze Age cemetery was on the race course and the field next to it, though sadly destroyed by time and the farmer.
|Moss always waiting for the ball to be thrown|
|This wood was neglected and very boggy but I have a whole series of photos for it.|
|A small secret path, to the left if you went into the undergrowth it was where the deer stayed at night.|