Scouring the Horse by Paul Handover

Reblogged from Learning From Dogs:

Uffington has a very special place in our adventures. In many ways, it was ‘where it all began‘… though it had begun, in fact, long before…we just hadn’t become aware of the path we had started to walk until we visited the White Horse and Wayland’s Smithy…

Fascinating almost beyond words.

In the days when I lived in South Devon in England and had cause to travel, as in drive, to London one of the route options was to take the M5 motorway (Freeway in American speak) up to Bristol and then follow the M4 motorway that ran from Bristol all the way into the outskirts of London.

One of the benefits of this was that half-way, give or take, was at the Swindon exit and a further ten-minute drive took one to the delightful car-park at the White Horse at Uffington. No…