First walk in weeks
Apr. 17th, 2005 03:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fivemackFor several weekends, either the weather or I have been gloomy enough that I haven't walked.
When preparing the maps of the flooded Severn Valley, I noticed Bredon Hill, which would form a strategic outpost half-way up the valley, guarding the approaches to the Gloucester Strait.
It's 25km away, but I have a bicycle, so off I went. This map shows the route; this shows the view from the top. It's said you can see eleven counties. There's a nice hill-fort at the summit, with two rings of ditches.
Lots of wildlife; spring's good for that. Many small birds (coal-tit, and a couple of the kind with yellow wing-flashes); some interesting larger birds (green woodpecker on the way down; an owl in a field by the side of a road as I cycled back home at dusk); pheasants all over the wooded bits; over the 50km by bike, must have seen a dozen this-year's rabbits running into the verge. There was an odd farm in Little Washbourne, which kept a splendidly-maned pony and three medium-sized lambs in a field; the pony amused itself by galloping around the field chasing the lambs. I managed to capture a homage to Muybridge, though the lack of shadow means you need a little convincing that the horse is actually off the ground.
Lambs everywhere, arranged most photogenically.
When preparing the maps of the flooded Severn Valley, I noticed Bredon Hill, which would form a strategic outpost half-way up the valley, guarding the approaches to the Gloucester Strait.
It's 25km away, but I have a bicycle, so off I went. This map shows the route; this shows the view from the top. It's said you can see eleven counties. There's a nice hill-fort at the summit, with two rings of ditches.
Lots of wildlife; spring's good for that. Many small birds (coal-tit, and a couple of the kind with yellow wing-flashes); some interesting larger birds (green woodpecker on the way down; an owl in a field by the side of a road as I cycled back home at dusk); pheasants all over the wooded bits; over the 50km by bike, must have seen a dozen this-year's rabbits running into the verge. There was an odd farm in Little Washbourne, which kept a splendidly-maned pony and three medium-sized lambs in a field; the pony amused itself by galloping around the field chasing the lambs. I managed to capture a homage to Muybridge, though the lack of shadow means you need a little convincing that the horse is actually off the ground.
Lambs everywhere, arranged most photogenically.
