There’s a real sense of wilderness on these border hills. Shropshire lies on the opposite bank of the Teme, but Beacon Hill could easily be somewhere much more remote. It could have been quite tricky too, if Shropshire’s fog hadn’t given way to a cloudless sky as we headed west into Powys.
The walk would have been a very wet one a month ago – there’s plenty of evidence of February’s dyke-filling downpours, where animals have churned the ground in some of the wetter places. But mostly it’s really good underfoot – springy turf and heather moor, with delightful peaty pools reflecting the sky’s deep blue. It’s quiet too – apart from one or two vehicles on the lane up from Beguildy, the only sounds are from the sheep and the birds. And yes – this is red kite country, though they’re never quite close enough for the camera.