The ancient White Horse in Uffington, Oxfordshire, is my most favourite place in the world.  Its timeless beauty of undulating waves of hills, carved when a melting glacier rumbled down this old valley, finds me at one with Mother Nature.  To sit where George slew the Dragon, spilling its blood and leaving a patch of forever-bare chalk (on which no grass since has grown) inspires modern storytelling.  The silence that surrounds this thoughtful place allows the mind to drift back to how it mus...
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