Tuesday, August 27, 2013


Holmbury St Mary and Holmbury Hill.

Another day of sunshine - too good to waste.
But then everyday is precious.
We none of us know what is round the corner and I think our circumstances emphasise that to me.

After Bill had been to the nurse for a routine blood pressure test and check up we went for a picnic.
Don't ask about the nurse appointment - I know almost nothing.
"Don't be fobbed off with being told that blood pressure is fine" I said, "ask her what it actually is"
But, of course, that didn't happen.
I did discover that height and waist were measured - yes his BMI index is too high; Bill is obese.
He likes to think not and protests that he doesn't eat much.
Ah well - I will try to encourage a better regime; but maybe it is better to have Bill making decisions for himself even if they are not the best decisions.

Today I wanted my final destination to be the shop, so we headed in that direction for a walk and picnic.
We have driven through Holmbury St Mary a number of times, but never stopped. And I knew nothing of Holmbury Hill - almost as high as Leith Hill.

Our walk took us through fairly open woodland.
That's OK - I am not a fan of thick woodland walks. It feels claustrophobic.
But today there was plenty of open sky and beautiful trees.

We took the longer route up  on a path that wound round the outside of the hill.

We began to get some glimpses of the view through the trees.

Look - that's home!.
We could just make out The South Downs - but it was very hazy.

A small stone "cairn" had been built at the top  - a memorial to a local couple.

We had our lunch on a memorial seat under the trees.

Looking east to Leith Hill.

Looking back to the sun drenched hill top from the shady woods.

There is a huge clearing in the trees at the top which shows the remnants of an ancient hill fort.

The rowan trees are heavy with berries.

We have driven through the village a number of times and the Victorian church of local sandstone has always looked charming to me.

Plums in a garden.
Couldn't reach them - so no scrumping.

Much of the village is Victorian.
But there are some older dwellings from a more ancient community - a community renowned for smuggling.

The village in the valley.

We were tempted by the old pub (of course). But we needed to get on and headed for Dorking to make a cup of tea in the shop.
We had a jolly time and enjoyed tea and cream cakes.