Back to the hills

We were back in the hills today, roughly the same route as last week but with some minor deviations and an extension.  It was a good choice.  As we moved through the undulating woodland that leads to the base of Knowle Hill, searching as went for World War Two site, I was rapidly warming up, the long climb up the incredibly steep side of the hill had me sweating and regretting my cautious clothing choices.  After an arduous climb we finally reached the ridge and my clothes choices were vindicated, as we were struck by icy winds which swept through the grasses making them swish and whip frantically. Slabs of cloud scud across the sky, driven by the brisk chill winds that ripped at you; though get back below the inland ridge of the hill, away from the wind and the Sun that occasionally bursts free, warms you nicely. The Sun also plays about the stands of the Great Wood and as it shines, casting its low shadows, you could almost see spring getting closer. All in the woods is still, though you feel that nature is biding its time, waiting for the moment to burst forth and lead the march to summer.