Nothing but Bird Song

in the place of the wolf

Burfa Bank has become my new refuge. I’ve written about it a little before, when I first discovered it. Now it’s become my retreat. Offa’s Dyke adjoins it, a huge hill fort sits on its summit, and an oak wood envelops it. It’s away from any main road. Bluebells cover the meadows within the old ringwall, wild garlic turns the understory into a floral Mil…