The dramatic silhouette of May Hill with its clump of trees on the top has remained an unmistakable landmark down the ages. From any angle, it has given reassurance to travellers and inspiration to poets.
I have seen an amazing range of colours through the progression of the seasons, especially in the early mornings when the mists that drape the Hill bring a sense opf mystery. As the mists lift, a collection of abstract shapes is revealed often in shades of green yellow and brown – sometimes striped by the plough. Please click on the Products Page for information concerning my Book about May Hill.