No. 49: Uffington White Horse

What do you do when your staff Christmas party precedes a trip out of London?

There is no standard answer here – I simply set off as soon as I stopped feeling poisoned, leaving in such a haze that I didn’t even pack any clothes.

I started out at my sisters house in Oxford on Saturday because my brain was, at best, a homing beacon.

Luckily, my brother was staying too and had left some bags lying around so I quickly stole his clothes…

And his hat.

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While I was sat rubbing my temples, my brother-in-law asked what my plan was for my weekly trip and I morosely groaned something back about paracetamol and the end of the Mayan calendar – so he took a scan of the local area and presented me with some options

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JTA suggested a couple of places, but I was drawn to the idea of a neolithic hill-fort with a chalk horse on the side – mainly because there is no way that I could have been hungover in the neolithic period, so it seemed like a safe place to go!

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As we left the car, the heavens opened and we were hammered by rain and wind – which promptly stopped and left us in some amazingly welcome sunshine as we explored the mound where a hill-fort used to be and searched for the chalk horse.

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It was difficult to see from ground level, but slightly easier on google!

Thanks to this one for dragging me out.

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And check out this rainbow!

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