The side of this rounded hill was , until a few years ago, covered with dense, old gorse bushes. One evening, the Forestry men came and the hill was ablaze with fire. Controlled burning rids the heath of older gorse and heather, leaving a blackened landscape. In the last year or so, new heather plants and gorse have begun to grow once more. The hillside is now renewing itself with fresh green plants amongst the dry grasses of summer.
Soft lichen amidst heather on the heathland floor.
Across gorse, heath and bracken to the woods beyond.
When my old New Forest pony was alive, we would ride short distances around these hills and valleys. He liked to canter up and down this little dip and then we turned uphill on the track for home.