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Hambledon Hill

April 9th, 2009 by Gareth

Amongst the unseasonably nice weather we have been having recently, we have been exploring the Dorset environs a bit more. Dorset isn’t just retirement homes and farms thankfully, we have been pleasantly surprised at how varied the terrain is as well. So, donning our Sunday best, we headed down to Child Okeford and took a stroll up Hambledon Hill in the glorious sunshine.

Hambledon Hill is an Iron Age hill fort which has some fantastic ramparts and dtiches that still survive. It goes back however even further to the Neolithic age, but evidence only survives from the Iron Age. What amazed us while we were up there was just how much earth had been moved. At that time in history and with the tools at their disposal, that must have taken a fair bit of human endeavour and actually walking across the fruits of labour from all that time ago really brings home how much effort it all took.

Ifor on hambledon hill

Ifor had a fab time rolling down the ramparts and ditches, we have recently switched our walking around so that we try and get him out of the child carrier early. He then gets tired quickly and we get a good long walk which is much better than having him run around at the end generally not having had a nap.

hambledon hill with ramparts

It was then a question of strolling amongst the Leylines as the hill also has great spiritual significance to a lot of people – my better half was dodging hippy’s up here over spring solstice. Sunday though, we had it all to ourselves, and the wonder & history of the place gave us a real lift.

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    I was a peripatetic care worker during the 1980's and was living for three weeks in Child Okeford as a nurse companion. Not knowing anything of the area and without my own transport my meagre free time was limited to shopping and brousing the centre of the village. However the atmosphere caused by that great lurking ridge had me on tenterhooks. A neighbour asked if I would consider returning for regular periods in this post and I could only reply No way. My explanation was that it was creepy and I felt I could almost hear Roman soldiers marching in the distance. Obviously this neighbour thought I knew that ridge was something more than just a hill and refrained from comment but I wish I had known, then perhaps I could have accepted that it was just something which went with the territory.
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