I may have mentioned once or three times that I spend a lot of time watching the sky from our house below Wenlock Edge. Silhouetted in this photo are the wooded slopes of Wilmore Hill which lies between us and the Edge. The land then dips, then rises again until it reaches the scarp, at which point the ground simply falls away alarmingly through a hanging woodland of giant beech, oaks and ash. Far below the trees stretch the farm fields of Shropshire. And so from our vantage point the Edge gives us a false horizon, providing a stage for much interesting weather-watching. Hours can slip away…days. There’s a real danger of finding oneself turned into Rip Van Winkle. Maybe it’s already happened…
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