Elaine shoots me as a ghost
The other hill fort that I spent many an afternoon atop during the early 1960s, generally with friends and flagons of cider after cycling across from Bryanston, was Hod Hill. Up we went again this morning, with rain spitting now and then, and the sun blasting through fitfully, with great dark clouds roiling by.
The path to Hod 
Ramparts again 
Elaine 1 
Elaine 2 
Elaine 3
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