This is a large mass of wilderness in the middle of Somerset (the county where I live).
I've been up there twice now. The first time Sue (my aunt) took me up on my first weekend in England there were still piles of snow. It was such a surreal experience finally touching and seeing snow without a screen between. I was going to make a snow angel but I didn't have a camera and it wasn't worth getting wet and even colder for no benefit.
Last weekend Caroline (another aunt) took me and Millie (Nanny's westie) up and we hiked for close to four hours and had a picnic which was interrupted by wiled ponies.
We walked up many steep hills and finally found the Triscombe Stone which turned out to be the most unexciting crumbly looking mass of rock I've ever seen. You could barely tell it was there. It was a crossroads marker for old day English farmers who were leading their cows/sheep through the area. We ended up at the highest point in Somerset and promptly walked to the car and drove home. Millie was pooped and collapsed on the floor as soon as we returned.
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