Country diary: the hollow hills of legend

Bronkham Hill, Dorset: The wind pours larksong over the humps and bumps of a bronze age barrow cemeteryThe sound of chiffchaffs shouting in the woods falls away as I follow the South Dorset Ridgeway upwards to the high chalk. The way is starred with white stitchwort running through clumps of shocking-pink campion and the last of the bluebells.Continue reading...