Solsbury Hill and honey

 

Solsbury Hill

My mind goes back to Solsbury Hill so often that sometimes I think I should have my ashes nestled in the ground up there.  Up the steep hill one walked, the lane came to a dead end and there was no space for parking a car.  I once walked  up on a Good Friday and found a local community of people carrying a cross on the hill, it seemed so weird this place which was once an Iron Age settlement.

It was situated just outside Bath, near Bathampton and  of course a song by Peter Gabriel always pulls me back to these hills around Bath.  This particular version is a montage of the times he played it and how he grew old over time.  He lived in Box a few miles away and had his studios there.

As for honey.  Well I have been on a search for genuine honey these last few weeks.  Basically it did not have to cost a lot.  This doesn't mean I am mean, I will pay a good price for decent food but Manuka Honey not...  The cheese stall in Tod market had local honey but it seemed to have been sold out.  So yesterday when I went to buy my favourite cheese at the moment - Cranberry Lancashire cheese (£7 for 200 grams!). 

They do it cheaper at Aldi but of course the real crumbly cheese is much better.  And also someone has got the wording wrong at Aldi, Granberry Cheese! So I wandered down the aisle and there was the olive stall.  I spied honey and the two men were seemingly a father and a lovely camp lad were very talkative and friendly.  So I specified what I wanted from  honey, his £12 jar was too much but they produced a smaller jar at £8.  I had some this morning, it was delicious, Greek and from  oak and chestnut trees.  The boy added up the two items and said with a grin 'that's £10 precisely' rounding it up no less, which made me giggle inside.  Bet he didn't do his timetables when growing up Tasker.

Note:  I like the montage over time of Gabriel singing this song, he ages well but the fun, singing and dancing do not age.  And as a reference there is no eagles sweeping over this last part of the Cotswold Hills, neither are there vultures.