Malverns from British Camp
Little Malvern Priory
South from British Camp
Ice detail
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Monday, 6 December 2010
Those marvellous Malverns
A few more pictures (click to enlarge). Whole set here.
Malvern Morris men and women
British Camp and Herefordshire from West Malvern
South East from the Malverns
Ramparts of British Camp
Neal demonstrating the violence inherent in the system
Walking in a winter wonderland?
Our walk on Saturday became a walk on Sunday, and a different route. Neal and I (nobody else could come) got a train uncomfortably close to 8 a.m. and headed off to Malvern, a stunning beautiful little town nestled under the hills, sadly infested by Tories. The day was cold and clear, with valleys in the distance swaddled in fog, leaving islnds of high ground visible from the hills.
We headed up and West for a couple of miles, slipping and clambering in the woods, before Neal spotted a 90 degree incline and decided we should head for the top - my lungs, legs and heart turned to offal by the time I struggled up there, where I found Neal grinning, the smug mountain goat.
After that, it was a long walk west, up and down the miniature alps of the Malverns. Along the way we met a bunch of Morris Men (and women) walkers, though they hadn't started performing unfortunately. If you're unfamiliar with Morris, its origins are lost in time, but it's probably the medieval remains of earlier fertility rituals and pagan worship. These days it's the preserve of revivalists and - to judge by the men in black face paint - people who regularly use the words 'it's political correctness gone mad!'. I think this bad footage is of the same people in the same place a couple of years ago.
After the Malverns, we crossed the border from Worcestershire to Herefordshire to climb British Camp, a stunning prehistoric fort stretching an amazingly long way, with massive ramparts and views of approaching Romans from every direction.
After that, we went to the pub. Of course.
Here are some pictures - rest can be seen here. Click on these ones to enlarge.
We headed up and West for a couple of miles, slipping and clambering in the woods, before Neal spotted a 90 degree incline and decided we should head for the top - my lungs, legs and heart turned to offal by the time I struggled up there, where I found Neal grinning, the smug mountain goat.
After that, it was a long walk west, up and down the miniature alps of the Malverns. Along the way we met a bunch of Morris Men (and women) walkers, though they hadn't started performing unfortunately. If you're unfamiliar with Morris, its origins are lost in time, but it's probably the medieval remains of earlier fertility rituals and pagan worship. These days it's the preserve of revivalists and - to judge by the men in black face paint - people who regularly use the words 'it's political correctness gone mad!'. I think this bad footage is of the same people in the same place a couple of years ago.
After the Malverns, we crossed the border from Worcestershire to Herefordshire to climb British Camp, a stunning prehistoric fort stretching an amazingly long way, with massive ramparts and views of approaching Romans from every direction.
After that, we went to the pub. Of course.
Here are some pictures - rest can be seen here. Click on these ones to enlarge.
The Dark Place, Friday. The blue is a police car
The Dark Place, Friday night.
Herefordshire from East Malverns
Herefordshire from midway along the Malverns
Herefordshire and Shropshire from the Malverns
Morris dancers
Morris dancers, one in black-face
Friday, 3 December 2010
Brrracing!
I'm off walking tomorrow - I really enjoy getting out there when it's properly cold. We're off to the Malvern Hills, starting at Colwall and getting up to the prehistoric hill fort at the Western end, then walking back to Malvern along the spine of the hills.
Here's a photograph as it looks in the summer. It's taken (not by me) from the ring ditches of the hill fort, looking east towards Malvern underneath the far end.
Here's a photograph as it looks in the summer. It's taken (not by me) from the ring ditches of the hill fort, looking east towards Malvern underneath the far end.
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