The Uffington White Horse

While my parents and I meandered around the south of England in our rented car, we came to see that England really is a much larger country than the one that appears on the map. Indeed, England seems to be like crumpled piece of paper, with a village (and associated archaeological sites -- mostly from the Stone and Bronze ages) nestled in each valley. The best example of this was on our drive from Swindon to Oxford, two cities only separated by about 30 miles, as the crow fliles. Indeed, in that 30 miles of distance, there was enough of interest to make us 2 hours late to Oxford, and then return for a second trip.


One of the most interesting sites along the way was not the oldest, but it had a wild beauty, particularly on the day on which we first visited it. The weather was not stormy, but the horse (which you can see above) is situated on the top of a hill (allowing it to be seen from greater distance). As such, the wind was howling madly, as we gamely strode across two sheep filled pastures, separating the carpark from White Horse Hill.