Skeletons on the hill

After leaving the claustrophobia and old ghosts of the World War I bunkers that I told you about last week,

(This shot is taken inside the bunker looking out)

I felt a strong need to enjoy the blue bowl of the sky; to reconnect with the pulsing life of nature; to laugh.

Oscar obliged me by jumping into a nearby lake.

Much refreshed, I decided to hike up the stony hill and say hello to some ancient skeletons.

As you approach, the twisted silhouette of an old tree

Marks the spot of a Bronze Age grave:

Dead bodies were buried under these stones about 3,000 years ago

And now the sun and wind and rain have worked in harmony with time

To teach us the lesson that we come from the earth

And one day will return there.

For more history, please visit: Our World.

And do visit Strewn Ashes to read her delightful poem about the bunkers!