07/10/2026
🍂 A Magical Autumn Walk Around Upper Clatford 🍁 Birthplace of your ancestor Stephen Hopkins…..
It is truly enchanting being on an autumn walk through my beautiful village of Upper Clatford especially on a soft, rainy morning like today, when the village seems very still and quiet except for the little raindrops dripping on tbe leaves and making them move…
After months of baking hot sunshine and relentless heat, the rain has arrived like a blessing. Yesterday I was roasting hot in a T-shirt; today I’m wrapped up in a raincoat, listening to the gentle patter of raindrops plop on my hood. What a difference a day makes!
The paths are carpeted in soft, soggy brown leaves and I kicked my wellies through them for fun just like i used to as a child. Little pieces of autumn magic.
Surprisingly, there were very few people about. It felt like the village and countryside had been left entirely to the birds, the trees and me.
My walk took me up Red Rice Road, before leading me towards Bury Ring, hidden amongst the trees. I love walking in to this ancient enclosure, it’s always so quiet and mysterious. Bury Ring is the remains of an Iron Age hillfort, a defended settlement dating back more than two thousand years. Its banks and ditches still lie quietly amongst the woodland (back in its day, it would have been clear of the trees that now shroud it) holding the memory of the people who once lived, worked and sought shelter here, long before roads, houses and familiar footpaths shaped the landscape.
Inside the ring, the trees are close together and dark, forming secret, slightly eerie green tunnels all along the overgrown footpath..almost enchanted and at any moment, someone from the distant past might emerge between the trunks. Only the occasional pitter-patter of soft raindrops landing on my hood disturbed the silence.
I walked only halfway around the ring and wandered out from the shadowy enclosure and into the wide, bleak openness of Bury Meadows.
Perhaps that is what I love most about living here. Upper Clatford is a place where history lingers in the air, in the ancient earthworks of Bury Ring, in the old village lanes and cosy thatched homes and in its connection with Stephen Hopkins, born here and later a passenger on the Mayflower.
Today’s walk felt like more than a stroll through autumn. It was a journey through layers of time, beneath my feet, among the ancient trees and across the rain-soaked meadows.
A quiet, soggy, wonderfully magical morning in one of the loveliest corners of Hampshire. 🍂
Mayflower Pilgrims & your English Heritage Group ⚓️