Stood in the sun with a crow on top of Towcesters 'Bury Mount'.
I stop and think.
What does this crow know about the history of this mound,
the mound on which we both stand?
Now an ancient scheduled monument,
once a '
Motte and Bailey',
a former defended position,
it sat in the corner of the Roman town of Lactodurum,
upon the important Roman thoroughfare of Watling Street,
now the A5.
Attacked,
defended,
attacked again!
Sat in the landscape like a beacon of local power and strength,
sending out the subliminal message...
"don't you mess with us!"
Then; dressed up as a mere garden feature,
a folly,
just a frippery,
something for the residents of the 'big house' to admire if they so wished.
Abandoned.
Overgrown.
Forgotten,
but now reborn,
scheduled,
and a credit to the town!
I stand here with a coffee in my hand and a crow for company and I wonder.
I wonder of all this history underneath my feet!
And the crow?
...the crow flies off!
