Saturday, February 18, 2006

A Dying Day

The Malvern Hills are composed of some of the most ancient rocks in the British Isles. Bronze age camps on the ridge illustrate their importance as centres of human activity for thousands of years.

The townships are mainly clustered along the eastern slopes and, in winter, lose the sun soon after midday. The air rapidly chills. As evening draws near, darkness wells up from across the vales of the Severn and the Avon, dispelling the pastel hues of the dying day.

2 comments:

shara said...

It makes me feel sad, but it's not a bad thing.

Canbush said...

Thanks, Lee.

Blues Mama - no emotional string unplucked.