Monday, November 26, 2007

Liddington Hill. Image credit Jane Muir

How many words

How many words has it taken to describe so briefly the feelings and the thoughts that came to me by the tumulus; thoughts that swept past and were gone, and were succeeded by others while yet the shadow of the mound had not moved from one thyme-flower to another, not the breath of a grass blade... The silk grass sighs as the wind comes carrying the blue butterfly more rapidly than his wings, A large humble-bee burrs round the green dome against which I rest; my hands are scented with thyme. The sweetness of the day, the fullness of the earth, the beauteous earth, how shall I say it?

Richard Jefferies

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Silbury Hill time capsule. Inspired by Agostino Ramelli (1531-1600)

No sitting on fences

Our Silbury, chalky old pile
Was concerned with a threat to defile
But no sitting on fences
Brought EH to their senses
Now the hill can sleep on for a while