The Ebble Valley looking eastwards from Marleycombe Hill; we'd just climbed the steep track up from Bowerchalke, and watched a silent bird of prey gracefully glide around the contours of the hillside. I don't think we've roamed these ways since summer or even earlier last year; it was capital to be back tramping Cranborne's ancient tracks, and we couldn't have wanted a better morning for it. Today's sky was pale blue, cloudless and near still; early on it was very cold mind, especially on the exposed hilltops, though you soon warmed up as we and the day got moving. A section of our route took us through the Ebble Valley, following the river between the hamlets of Broad Chalke and Bowerchalke; both lovely villages, I particularly enjoy the architecture of the older buildings, some looking unchanged in centuries, others tapestries of change, all enchanting.
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