Sunday 4 August 2013

Butterflies

The Celts, along with others, believed that butterflies were spirits transformed, in transition, spirits waiting for the opportunity to be reborn, symbols of rebirth. Apt then that the ancient hillfort of Clearbury was favoured with them in abundance; butterflies in a myriad of forms and colours feasted on wild Marjoram and other grassland plants.  More than I had seen for a long time.  Clearbury was once a mighty fortification, stronghold and tribal centre, although you wouldn't know it now, cloaked in mature Ash and Beech, it's ramparts and ditches invisible, a well kept secret. From a distance the hill looks nothing more that a woodland clump. But the butterflies know.

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