n.b. There are places and events in life that stay close to the heart, others are left in situ for your unexpected, unplanned reappearance, ready to catch you unawares. How you spontaneously respond will tell you a lot about how the evoked recollection has registered with you.
This morning I heard a remarkable story of coincidence in respect of a death foretold and its place of happening. A poignant moment for the teller.
This afternoon I found myself in a village that I never thought I would see again without carefully plotting a return. An invitation to pay a visit to a relative led me into surprise and delight on arrival at the location, only once briefly seen in July 2018, on a hot summer day. The fresh cold streams channeled through stone gutters and the reviving beer flooded back to me. I was awash in nostalgia.
n.b. Harvest time arrives, barley ready and wheat ripening in the fields; gardens with figs, apples in the orchards and pears espalliered on south-facing walls; tomatoes forming from flowers, grapes on vines and an abundance of herbs and edible flowers; vegetables pushing through the soil; hazel nuts in abundance, but still green and sweet chestnuts swelling their prickly cases. Dorset is a veritable garden of England, beautiful and bountiful.
However, the latest population statistics show that the resident population of the county is falling. The age group 0-15 years makes up just 16.5% of the Dorset population (England & Wales is 19.1%). 24.8% of the Dorset population is over 65 years (England & Wales is 18.2%). The virility of the Cerne Giant seems to have long peaked.Perhaps the beer has affected him.
n.n.b. When you arrive by foot at Giant Hill you are advised that the best view of this chalk figure etched into the downland is obtained from a car lay-by to the north of the village of Cerne Abbas. 🙄