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Written on March 7, 2005, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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I love this place. It’s in Somerset, western England, just above the small city of Wells, with it’s spectacular 12th Century Cathedral. Up the hill past Wookey Hole, which is a deep set of caverns full of tourists, towards Cheddar, which is the bigger more popular natural attraction, you get to a tiny car park with a couple of footpaths unobtrusively leading down into a crack in the hilltop. You enter a deep ravine which brims with life, and following the winding path, after 30 or 40 minutes move up and emerge from the trees onto a high cliff which looks back across the gorge and towards Glastonbury and the endless Somerset levels.

It’s a beautiful place, which once housed Iron age people. It would have been safe here, defendable, sheltered from wind and weather, far from the invaders’ coast. I shot a video here. We dressed up like mannikins and cavorted like children on the cliff, the setting sun making us magical in red and gold.

This is the place I found contentment with H, who had precious little of that in her short life.

This fertile green split in the earth will spill out at a moment’s notice and rejuvenate the surrounding farmed grassland, once the people have gone.

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  1. Library Lady
    Posted 7 March, 2005 at 7:20 pm | Permalink

    Beautiful photo. Nice blog!

  2. karma
    Posted 8 March, 2005 at 1:14 am | Permalink

    how pretty! i want to go there too! :))

  3. transience
    Posted 8 March, 2005 at 7:24 am | Permalink

    and you shall dance among the leaves like faeries. i love the picture, deek.

  4. Kate Ford
    Posted 8 March, 2005 at 7:36 am | Permalink

    When we come over again, I want to visit there too. :o) Goodie.

    These are really beautiful pictures. But you know I love the UK. I never saw any of it that I didn’t love.

    Is this where you moved or did you just go roaming and have a look?

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