On Allington Hill

Allington Hill in Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset

IT’S COOL and calm and we are all alone, on Allington Hill.

Steeply, we climb the rocky, winding footpath. Shrieks and twitterings echo from trees.

Looking up at green leaves on Allington Hill, Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset.

Pigeons warble. Crows caw and circle. Dead leaves rustle, spiralling out of the sky.

fallen autumn leaf on Allington Hill in Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset

Coppery ones crunch underfoot, as Bindy sticks her face into rabbit holes. She’s the same colour as mud on the track, dried to a gingerish, sandy hue.

Bindy the Pekingese cross dog on Allington Hill in Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset

Ferns, ivy and holly are still gloriously green, this warm October morning. There’s pink flowers…

pink flowers on Allington Hill, Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset

…and red berries…

red berries on Allington Hill in Bridport, Dorset

…even a cricket, chirping away in the long grass. (Or is it a grasshopper?)

grasshopper or cricket on allington Hill in Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset

We head for Lime Kiln Track, where the wind in the birches sounds like water. The summit is strangely cratered – was this a Roman fort? No, says the Woodland Trust – these small pits are quarries dating back to the 13th century.

The vista of the Marshwood Vale opens up as we round onto Jubilee Way.

View of Colmers Hill from Allington Hill in Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset

All around us are the gentle noises of Bridport – traffic on the A35, a lawnmower, a horse whinnying in Symondsbury.

View of Bridport from Allington Hill, Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset

Laughter echoes up from some outhouses somewhere down below. Gone are golden fields of late summer. We spy creamy dots of sheep and Frisians clustering in the shadow of Colmers Hill.We amble past banks of brambles, fragrant with blackberries.

blackberries on Allington Hill, Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset

Above, apples are lit up, like little suns.

green apples on Allington Hill in Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset

Ahead, a couple meanders, arm in arm. We descend, autumn sunlight winking through the foliage.

Autumn sunlight winking through trees on Allington Hill in Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset

Below Bluebell Walk is The Drive, strewn with bark, winding into a leafy tunnel.

green and copper leafy tunnel on Allington Hill in Bridport, Dorset

Bindy’s close at heel, not wanting this walk to end. But we’ll be back tomorrow, and the next day, and the next…

Bindy the Pekingese cross dog on Allington Hill, Bridport, Dorset. Photo by Totallydorset

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3 thoughts on “On Allington Hill

  1. It is a lovely place, I lived in Bridport in the 60’s, now to commercial for me, too many people for such a small town

    • Thanks for comment Bill. Funny you think Bridport too commercial – it amuses me daily with its total lack of fast food restaurants, train station, nightclub, cinema, and big high street shops…I can’t imagine what it must have been like in the 60s!

  2. Now that’s what I call a touch of autumn colour and comment!
    You’ve still got it, girl, and should perhaps consider a Totally Dorset calendar, a sort of blend of words, walks and woodland. Well done. Enjoyed it.

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