Obviously not a tumuli. A tumuli is usually a mound of earth covering a probably Neolithic grave (from 4000 – 2000 BC).
I have this map. On the map I marking the Neolithic sites. I’m only a few 1km squares along the mark up, and I am astounded at the number of sites that I am finding.
All over covid, I think there were very few days that I didn’t post. It was helped by the fantasy holidays and my walks.
I haven’t been getting up in the morning, it started off just not feeling like geting up through to having a pain in my leg that made it very uncomfortable to walk. I’m pretty much back at the. ‘I just don’t feel like getting up” at the moment.
I can still walk, I got out and did a couple of miles this evening. It’s just getting up at 0530 I have a problem with.
Because I’m not getting up and going for my morning walks, I’m not doing my Facebook posts. I am both heartened and dismayed – heartened that so many people were reading my posts, and dismayed in that people are missing the posts.
I’m not sure what I am going to do about it – yet.
Perhaps I should say upfront that I know that ley lines aren’t real (I think I’ve written something like this before but I can’t find it) they aren’t lines of mystical energy – but, wouldn’t it be interesting if they were?
What is it about our brains that drives us in a particular obsession. Even if ley lines aren’t energy paths they could be the old straight tracks that Alfred Watkins identified and wrote about. I could believe in that, if it weren’t the case that we enough Neolithic features that any straight line drawn through the country is likely to identify an alignment.
I’ve done something that I normally wouldn’t dream of doing. I’ve made marks on an ordnance survey map of a part of Dorset. I’ve started marking out certain features; churches, tumuli etc. I’m going to see if I can find my own ley lines. Now, won’t that be fun?
I’m going to keep going. My goal is to reach 1095. There are seventeen posts to go. I’m not stopping completely but I am not sure when I am going to stop, nor exactly when I will resume.
We fancied a cup of tea down at Pebbles on Stokes Bay. There was quite a breeze blowing. I wanted to for a bit of a stroll, so I headed towards Gilkicker.
There’s a lot of work going on there. Since the last time I visited the fort, they have restricted access so that you can’t walk all the way around it.
I didn’t walk along the front as I couldn’t be bothered to walk in the gravel that is the waterfront. From a distance it looks like the chimney stacks have been more exposed, but closer up I was surprised to see that the grass wall running around the front has been doubled in height with rubble. Why would they do that?
Anyhow. Walking in the wind. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I took a waterproof with me to use against the wind. I didn’t need it. It was quite pleasant.
I stopped at one point to talk to a bloke who, as I walked past, launched a drone. It went up about five feet and hovered, it then went to bout 50 feet. What was really impressive was it’s stability. I had a brief chat with the pilot. Very impressive and interesting.
We were visiting with the intention of having a take out. The trouble was we couldn’t agree. Then somebody mentioned the new all you can eat place in Fareham.
So we booked a table and went and had some rather delicious food. Here I am some three hours after the event still feeling comfortably full. We will definitely go again.
I managed to get out for a lunchtime walk today, not far. Only just over a couple of miles. I walked past the cockle ponds which was nice. There has been some refurbishment going on which is good..
I walked down the road that goes past the trinity vicarage and also the gates to Gosport’s Bastion 1 – part of the Ramparts. I was very surprised to see the gates to the Bastion was open.
I did check to make sure that it was ok to go in. It was. It was very nice to be able to go in and have a look around.
Over a period of time, I will flit between interests; history, astronomy, railways, photography (actually, that’s pretty consistent – it’s getting out my DSLR that I do infrequently) but the one activity that is really consistent is writing. I can’t think of a day certainly over most of the last three years, and whilst a bit on and off over a much longer time where I haven’t written something.
Sometimes, especially when I’m having difficulty in deciding what I am going to write about it can get very frustrating, but I have not yet reached a point where I just do not want to write. But, but, what really is incredibly frustrating for me is that I cannot focus on one topic to write about. That drives me up the wall.
I do keep on getting thoughts along the lines of “oh, I could write about that” now I’ve mentioned in the past that I have tried doing creative writing. I found it difficult because I feel I lack imagination. Having said that though, I am having a thought about something that I may pursue. I would prefer to be in Dorset to do this, but I don’t have to be. So, I think I am going to give it a go. I’ll let you know
I had every intention of getting up for a walk this morning. But, when it came to it I just couldn’t do it. I recognise this is pathetic, and I am now getting quite worried about my lack of exercise. Even when it came to lunchtime, I had intended to at least get a couple of miles in, but when I looked at the clock, it was 1220, and I had a meeting at 1PM. What with lunch, I knew I wouldn’t have enough time even to get to Morrisons for some essentials.
Ok so I did do a little bit of walking on Saturday, about three miles I reckon, but this is now getting silly, and I need to do something about it.
Sorry, pathetic post today. I will try and do better tomorrow.
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