The pine trees were still blackened from the fire -
Murphy ran through withered bracken -
Puddles of yesterday's rain were frozen -
We walked to the hill fort, climbing the path to its chill summit -
Below us were the dark trees -
Martin remembered Uhtred -
Destiny is all he said -
Monday 28 December 2020
Woolbarrow Fort
Wareham Forest
Dorset
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