|The White Horse, on the left third of the photo|
I’ve now lived here for almost four months (!) and have yet to actually visit the site. It’s one of the pitfalls of being a local and not a tourist–you don’t make an effort to see the interesting things closest to you, because you assume you have all the time in the world. We finally went exploring and hiked to the base of White Horse Hill. It took us a bit longer than we expected, as the footpaths through the fields were quite muddy, and we weren’t able to make it all the way to the top. We’ll save that for another day. It took us two hours to go more than 5 miles, from our cottage to the White Horse Inn, a 16th century pub at the hill’s base, and back. Our plan next time is to start from the Inn, make the ascent, and then return to the pub where we will reward ourselves with lunch–the carrot in front of the (white) horse so to speak (sorry, couldn’t resist!)
The view from our village–the White Horse is clear and visible on a sunny day, at the very top of the hill. A 3,000-year-old white, squiggly line.
Old and new: a hang-glider soars over the White Horse
Ta-da! Next time: the top.