Days 69-72: it’s cold and chilly here…

The Uffington White Horse Hill dominates the landscape around where I grew up, I would ride my pony up onto then Berkshire Downs (now Oxfordshire) and go for miles…
The White Horse is a highly stylized prehistorical hill figure 110m long formed with deep trenches filled with chalk and visible from a long way away in the surrounding villages.
It is a great place to head with Emlin after her arrival, to blow away those cobwebs from the long flight from Australia…

With our green wellies on, the wind blowing through our hair and horses galloping past, it’s good to be back in Britain – I reflect this a far cry from the city life that our kids have been brought up in…

People have been walking these paths for a very long time – we walk for 2kms along the Ridgeway and come across Waylands Smithy Long Barrow which was used for burials over 5,500 years ago in the Neolithic period.

Down from the hillside and cold to the bone, we head for the nearest pub, The White Horse at Woolstone for a warming bowl of soup… A prettier pub in England than this, tis hard to find….

A few days later an even cooler snap appears with the most gorgeous hoar-frost and those cobwebs that we thought we’d blown away, are back with a vengeance!

But we don’t mind, it is really beautiful….And de-icing the car is a novelty for the moment….!

Little Wandering Wren

Location:Vale of the Whitehorse, Oxfordshire, UK