A glorious morning: a day dripping with birdsong so full throated, juicy and luscious that you could drink it, and sunshine so thick you could spread it.
Out for a walk in the countryside, also dripping, but with megaliths. Within a space of 5 miles there are nine ring forts and one larger ‘mother’ fort.
Up to the last century some of these were still being used to corral stock at night and one has a sousterrain, also used until fairly recently as a place for people to stay in underground with their stock above.
Walking along the lane I passed two Cromlechs, and apparently there are three others that I did not see, and two carved standing stones. A neighbouring new house is built on land on which the builder himself says he had to bulldoze away a ring fort to clear space to build.
The landscape is so clearly full of connections to inhabitants from centuries ago: somehow the historical significance here is very alive and has not, so far, been cleared away or overlain by the present. I am told that there are places where, even today, farmers will not go near although they are on their own land, let alone plough up.
Other connections to ancient beliefs are still very much in existence too. The old worship of water as a manifestation of the Mother is all around. Small springs and wells, often now considered Holy are everywhere on the maps: as so often happened, the artefacts of a more ancient religion were co-opted by Christianity.
I walked down the hill to a local crossroads where there is a shrine to the Virgin Mary and the local Saint Fachtna,
and passed a well set into the road side. At the bottom of the hill is another
As a matter of interest, the Shrine is built opposite a ring fort!!
Walking further up the hill I topped the rise to look over at the Village below, with the Church Bell tolling for Mass, ringing out over the Lagoon.
Starlings, Blackbirds, Robins, Wrens, Thrushes, Chaffinches and Redpolls were in abundance plus a solitary Lapwing and a flock of Plovers: all revelling in the heat.
The smell coming from a stand of conifers was positively mediterranean!
The sea was glittering and a heat haze covered the hills.
Slowly back up the hill to
home, to let the hens out
to rampage around
enjoying themselves like their wild brethren and to sit in the sun with a cup of tea and the dog and cat!