Shaping stones on the South Dorset Ridgeway ...

Yesterday, when cast into a sad revery, I remembered walking on a high chalk ridge, gazing down upon the sea - 

The sky was full of darkening cloud - we followed the ridgeway past tumuli and leafless trees - wind stirred the grass - a kestrel hung in the air like a beautiful fury - 

We'd spoken to a woman repairing a dry stone wall - she shaped stone with a pale chisel, her strong fingers full of old knowledge - 

We walked on, towards Four Barrow Hill - seagulls gathered upon a newly ploughed field - we lowered our heads against the wind - beneath our feet the chalk was as white and hard as bone - 

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February 18 2015

South Dorset Ridgeway

Above Martinstown