At one point on this second walk, I saw a woodcock fly out of the woods and land on the road 20 yards ahead. It spotted me reaching for my camera and took off. On the walk, I just kept going uphill, up and over, trying to get to the back side of the hill (of course this was the wrong hill), and followed a bit of a gully - way high on the hill. There was not much there except walls. One thin trace of a wall led diagonally over to the brook so I followed it - the way you do.
It led to the brook and across the brook was a massive bit of terracing:
This is deep in the woods and not an open field above. Instead the thick wall stopped after a few feet, then there as another wall "corner" without much accompanying extension. It was completely covered with ferns. I walked back along the side of the slope and encountered more brief stretches of wall covered in ferns. It was hard going so I stepped down, back into the lower wetlands and hit rock piles - three or more of them.
Not much to see. But these terraces mixed with rock piles and a watershed high point are different than what I am used to. I imagine that the further from home I get, the more different things will be. It is only a bit true. I tried to sketch the features in black:
Back at my car again I realized this was still the wrong hill. I have it to do.
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Title is a reference to Arthur Ransome's "We didn't mean to go to sea."
Compare with the saddle and hill south of Lost Valley/Wallace Brook at the north end of TSF.
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