Corfe

What a day. A fading Autumn Sun sweeps across the landscape as it brakes from banks of cumulus clouds which glide majestically across the sky, driven by a brisk wind. A brisk winds which tells of Jacks approach, carrying clean and fresh which air fills your lungs and is a joy to breath in. Today was Autumn in all its glory. Walking the great ridge which arcs across the the land from coast to coast, creating and protecting the isle of Purbeck, was like walking a huge defencive rampart trown up by giants in an age long forgotten.  What a walk.

From high on Rollington Hill I looked down on Corfe and its once mighty castle, during the medieval period, one of five royal castles; so strong and impregnable, that King John though it wise to keep the crown jewels there.  A castle never bested in battle, it was only slighted after betrayal and even now, in ruins, it remains a mighty presence in the land.