Showing posts with label hill figures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hill figures. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

In Rude Health

I've sent Drayton a postcard of the Cerne Abbas Giant. (Warning - surprising image if you don't know what it is). I think he'll enjoy that. Or, maybe, Marjorie will.

There are many theories about how the Giant got there. Some say he's a Roman god. Some say he's a monkish joke. I would point out that the first reports of him are in the 17th Century. So I have two theories of my own.

One is that he's original and old. In which case he is, almost uniquely in English archaeology, a genuine fertility symbol. There's just something - maybe it's the jaunty angle of his club, I guess - which suggests that.

The other possibility is that he was the result of a giant piece of 17th Century graffiti. I like to think that on the downs next door it said "William Stukeley woz ere", and at the bottom of the valley somebody had drawn the words "Welcome to the Hood".

Thursday, 4 September 2008

Horse and Hounds

Yet another hill figure cut into the grass.  This time the Uffington White Horse.  Great.  And to make matters worse, it would appear that some Beaker Folk chose to pretend to be members of the Vale of the White Horse hunt.  Glad to see that the Hunting with Hounds act wasn't broken.  On the other hand, dressing Burton up in a fox costume and chasing him around the village on mountain bikes while armed with brooms wasn't exactly friendly, was it?