I went up to Clee Hill a week or two ago to dig some more clay. It was a beautiful late May morning and I followed the digging with a walk from Clee Hill village, up around Titterstone Clee Hill and the abandoned quarries there. The place is so evocative – at once ugly and littered with remnants of human activity, past and present…. and yet wild and beautiful with incredible views. What a place…. where the destructive clumsiness of human endeavour meets wilderness – and desolation meets the skylark’s optimism…..