And the day has hardly begun

Things I have picked up at the beginning of the day.  Firstly, the Side of the Dark Moor  small video on Mankinholes.  Yes you read it right.  Now the young lad has translated it as 'man in hole' which goes back to the Celtic nature of the word. This literal almost modern translation doesn't seem to me to hold water but I love his enthusiasm and especially the bravery of the two men to go out up on the moors in this cold weather.

You will also notice that they start at the Shepherd's Rest Inn which has a good restaurant.  I remember that pub well, when I first moved here, my daughter said we will walk up to it for a meal.  It was a long, long uphill walk but surprisingly I live to tell the tale.  So to get back to the historic tale of Mankinholes there is not much of it left and there is some query as to whether it became a DMV (deserted medieval village) in a nearby field but you will see how difficult it was to live up on the moors,  which was the only area for the farms around here.

The other thing I found on this morning was some auditory music in my profile.  It turns out to be Pete Gabriel and Solsbury Hill, a favourite piece of music for its dancing and song.  Solsbury Hill is just outside of Bath, a steep climb up the lane to the hill fort at the top.

On top of Solsbury Hill, where sadly the eagles do not fly.

This happy music should be played as my ashes are scattered not above but somewhere in a field in North Yorkshire (that is as far as I am going as to destination).