The winter months are bleak but beautiful high on Wincobank Hill. It’s difficult to imagine how folks survived here thousands of years ago, when all there was was wood, wool and woad.
We spent a day in the woods trying to imagine what it might have been like. We were cold and hungry – so we lit a fire, cooked pancakes and then set fire to the popcorn… After some practice the lads lit the kelly kettles and brewed up. And then Beck built an amazing shelter from dead wood and leaves but we all agreed it would have been a chilly place to sleep.