On top of the hills around my home there are acres of open common land that stretch for several miles. In the Spring and Autumn this land is open to local farmers to graze their animals and they are brought back in during the Autumn. You often have to stop on the roads to let the cows and horses wander in front of you.
This land was so open and flat that during WW2 it was decided to dig great big ditches and banks to make it impossible for the Germans to land planes or gliders if there was an invasion.
So today these ditches and banks remain, this one is over a mile long, but it is a mecca at weekends for families to come and picnic, fly kites and for the children to run up and down these grooves, there is also ice cream vans available. An added advantage for the children is that these two trees have grown and formed a tunnel.
Fortunately, and no disrespect to our German friends, but no invasion took place. Best viewed against the black background.
Great shot and history. The things we got up to! I loved your blog, almost spluttered coffee over my iPad. I told a story of being really frightened on @catwoman2 on 16th October. You might enjoy it
@ceilidh Margaret, brilliant story and is similar to a story from my Brother. As a policeman he was driving his police car near Cirencester when a man walk out in front of him on a bend. My Brother thought he had hit him so turn around but he was nowhere to be found. It turns out that at night it often happens and he is the coachman of the big house on the corner who was accidentally trampled to death by his horses hundreds of years ago.
Hi Heather, it looks like you found the link. I was just going to ask you how to do it as you requested. I love these urban myths. My comment on Mary's page was about the stupidity of my own 'ghost story!
