We had a beautiful sunset last night.
Going down…
…Gone
This morning Meg and I set off up Wittenham Clumps, the end hill of the short ridge known as the Sinodun Hills. You can see it from the moorings.
It’s a local landmark, crowned by a copse of trees, and giving open views out to the north, west and south.
On the way up
From the top, looking north
We’re moored just right of centre…
...Just there.
Looking north-west
Didcot Power Station, 3½ miles away, is barely discernable just below the horizon and a third way in from the left.
It’s now lost three of it’s six cooling towers. Apparently the Clumps were a popular viewing site for the demolition, the local farmer enterprisingly selling bacon butties!
Little Wittenham church and the Manor House
Later in the morning I made a solo journey into Dorchester village. It’s very picturesque; were it not for the cars, TV aerials and tarmac you could be in the 18th century.
On the edge of the village the farmers were taking advantage of the dry weather.
And a group of four Red Kites were wheeling above the stubble on the lookout for displaced rodents.
Periods of cloud and sun today, and even a few (very few) drops of rain this afternoon. Moving on downstream tomorrow.
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