Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Tumble Down


It was once a wall

Coombs Moss 1-2

now its no more than a pile of rocks.

Coombs Moss-2

Clinging to the edge, Combs Edge.

I started a long complicated post about an Iron Age hill fort, but I lost the plot, my brain has gone to mush, I’m cream crackered, I’ll have to come back to it later: roll on weekend. A weekend that unlike the last two is mine all mine and I’m not going to share!


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

12 thoughts on “Tumble Down

  1. No, please tell us about the hill fort.

    One of my top 10 places in Britain is Hardknott Roman Fort in the Western Lake District; not a hill fort I know but amazing all the same.

    More pictures of Spud please; we are in love!

  2. Wow, that second photo is amazing. It really evokes some amazing feelings. Looks like a beautiful place to experience.

  3. My God..you ARE good. I just mention a name and you come up with a post you have done on it (shakes head in amazement).

  4. My take on Photo 2 🙂

    Legend of Combs Edge

    It seems to be a tumbled wall
    Of rubble, rocks and stone,
    But deep inside the edge of Combs
    Lies something overgrown.

    A legend sleeps beneath this hill
    In sight of Castle Naze,
    Where once it lived, protecting all
    Who lived within its gaze.

    As eons passed, its breath grew still,
    Heroics lost in time,
    And yet a presence still is felt
    On paths that wend and climb.

    Rethink this wall of tumble down,
    Envisioning a line
    Of zigzag scales enriched with age
    Along Earth Dragon’s spine.


  5. Here’s a Roman Wall we saw in Norfolk this summer. They really knew how to build in those days. This fort was in Burgh near Great Yarmouth, so a relatively ‘easy’ posting for a Roman soldier. Even so, I bet it got chilly when the wind blew off the River Yare and the North Sea. Inside these walls, though, why worry?

    Did little legs make it up there, to Comb Edge? It won’t be long before he is trekking all the way with you.

  6. I’m so pleased you enjoyed my poem 🙂 and indeed your photo inspired my muse! I (and my imagination) love dry stone walls as well ~ I always enjoy your blog and photos. Thank you!

  7. What beautiful photos. I’m so glad I “found” your blog. I’ll be coming back again soon.

  8. I would like to be a stonewaller, so many different styles and types.
    Nice pictures

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