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Silbury Hill


Silbury Hill was built about 4,750 years ago and is the tallest prehistoric man-made mound in Europe. At about 131 feet high and occupying 5 acres, it is comparable to Egyptian pyramids being built at around the same time. It would have taken 500 men working for 15 years to complete this Neolithic project.
Photographed with a Nikkor-P 105mm f/2.5 lens on a Nikon D2Xs.
Photographed with a Nikkor-P 105mm f/2.5 lens on a Nikon D2Xs.
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From an excellent new book by Adam Thorpe "On Silbury Hill" recounting his relationship with the landscape around Silbury and his "schooling" at Marlborough.
"The point about Silbury is that she has no point."
The Limbo Connection club has replied to Steve Bucknell clubAsk in vain!
For we, the dead,
Speak not a word to you.
This thing was ours, not yours.
Gaze in awe,
On what we wrought.
There is no clue.
This thing was ours, not yours.
We, whose fingers bled,
Whose passions burned.
Care not for you.
This thing was ours, not yours.
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