Little gems – Burton Dassett Hills

Six years ago, when we could still travel the land and explore wonderful old places, friends came over from the US and we spent a day in the hills. It is a strange place… and I have since learned of various even stranger links to a Grail mystery. There is also a church there that s more than worth a visit, so over the next few days, wander out with me to revisit Burton Dassett…

I still couldn’t get over the church. My friends were beaming… they had certainly found a beauty to share with me. But they hadn’t quite finished. Tracey, an Englishwoman, had grown up in the area and knew it well. She suggested we have a look at Windmill Hill, so we piled back into the cars for the short drive. The landscape either side of the track was very strange; rutted and rippled like the surface…