Lucas Castle

There's no castle at Lucas Castle, it's just a prominent knoll to which the imagination of a past forester attached suggestion of a history that never was. Though running below it is Highland Water, whose origins flow from beneath a real historic site, the Second World War Stoney Cross Airfield. The stretch of water below Lucas castle is about a mile and a half down stream from the airfield and by now is beginning to broaden into a proper stream. Bound by narrow fringes of mixed woodland and scrub, the waters babble and bubble as they meander over gravel beds and blockages of winters wooden detritus. Close your eyes and listen, it's not long before the streams hypnotic song begins to take you; if you were laying down it wouldn't be long before you were in the land of dreams. It maybe sunny, but not warm enough for any of that today, though if it was I couldn't promise I wouldn't take the opportunity to nap. Ponies glance up from the cud and Deer disappear into cover, although we pose no threat, they aren't stupid, they know humans. Though probably don't see them much through here; but that's how I like it, walking where others rarely do, following animal tracks and finding those magical spots.