Today there was sunshine, and wind, and heather on Houndkirk Moor and a bunny running across the path on the way up to Higger Tor. And sheep and rocks and bracken and cotton grass and toadstools. Also a lot of what we refer to as "squishy bits," but that's only to be expected in those parts. The path at the top end of the Burbage Valley has been much improved, though, as has the section of the Round Walk that goes up the Limb Valley from Whirlow, though the improvement comes to an abrupt end well short of the dreaded Boggy Field with Cows at Ringinglow. (We've taken to using an alternative path that comes out on the road a quarter-mile further down rather than mess with that bit any more.)
According to the new sign at the top of the Burbage valley, it's now thought doubtful that Carl Wark, the ancient walled hilltop, was a fort after all; maybe it was "for ceremonial gatherings," which I suspect is the large-scale equivalent of "ritual object," ie archaeologist-speak for "not a clue what this was for." The sign at the site itself still proclaims it an iron-age hill fort, though.
According to the new sign at the top of the Burbage valley, it's now thought doubtful that Carl Wark, the ancient walled hilltop, was a fort after all; maybe it was "for ceremonial gatherings," which I suspect is the large-scale equivalent of "ritual object," ie archaeologist-speak for "not a clue what this was for." The sign at the site itself still proclaims it an iron-age hill fort, though.
