Day 18 - Eggardon Hill again

It might be Day 18 of 30 Days Wild, but it was Day 2 of my creative writing workshop at Askerswell/Eggardon Hill and another scorcher. Again I was glad of the breeze as I sat and contemplated what this landscape would have looked like as a gleaming white beacon, ravaged of its lush verdant beauty. I was glad to see it in its regeneration, revitalised - for once human intervention has enhanced our landscape - let's hope it stays that way.

The poetry - well, amongst other things, I wrote a haiku:

Eggardon

Home to Meadow Brown

And the summer song of larks

In exaltation

Eggardon Hill - south face

Quaking Grass and Hawksbit

Day 17 - Eggardon Hill

A day spent on a breezy Iron Age hill fort in rural Dorset, admiring the butterflies, birds, moths and orchids and musing on what has changed in the landscape over the past 2500 years nd what remains the same and trying to write poetry about it.

It was a delightful way to spend the hottest day of the year, immersed in nature, watching red Kites, Buzzards, bees, beetles,moths and even grasses just blowing ever so gently in the breeze.