British Camp

A winter scene from high on British Camp (or Hereford Beacon if you prefer) on the borders of Worcestershire and Herefordshire. After a dank and drab day, the temperature dropped and the fog rolled in to add to a rather nice sunset.
There were only a few of us up there to witness it - Monty and me, and the three folk you can see in the distance.

Dawn on Hereford Beacon in the Malvern Hills. It is also known as British Camp as it one of the finest examples of an Iron Age Hillfort in the country. The light snow really helped to pick out the defensive ramparts that protected the fort. It was a beautiful but cold morning.

Apologies for my absence of late - apart from all the other stuff we have got going on, number 1 son got married on Monday, and I then had to perform Dad's Taxi Service in the middle of the night taking him and his absolutely delightful lady wife to Heathrow.

So this very pleasant evening up on Hereford Beacon was the first time to just stop, sit and look. This is the view north along the ridge of the Malvern Hills towards the distant Worcestershire Beacon. The sunset didn't quite materialise, but we were treated to a pair of Bell Boeing V-22 Ospreys flying directly overhead, heading west - can't think where they might have been going ;0))

After several gloomy days, and a few gloomy images, I thought a little winter light was in order. I was lucky enough to be up on Herefordshire Beacon (also known as British Camp) at sunset on one of the shortest days of the year. The low light lit up the sky and the snow lying in the ramparts of the Iron Age hill fort. A cold but delightful way to spend the end of a winter's day.