The Uffington White Horse is probably the second most interesting chalk hill figure in Britain, after the rampant Cerne Abbas Giant. The disappointing thing about the white horse, however, is that it is very hard to see, except from above. Almost as if those crazy celts were designing something for the eyes of the gods only, and not for mere mortals to look at. What you get from the ground is a vague impression of limbs and tails, a swirling sense of a figure in motion. The white horse is impressionistic and suggestive in design, like something picasso might have daubed on a dish. But if you want to know what it looks like, wander down off the high hillside and into the village of Woolstone, where there is a very nice village pub called The White Horse and which has the complete design of the white horse on it's inn sign. So then you'll know. While you're there you might as well have a drink and something to eat. Their lunches finish at 2pm, but if you get there after two, they have wonderful bar snacks on offer, which consist of - scotch eggs, cheese-topped pork pie, and pork pie. All home made and each as big as a meal in itself. There were three of uis so we had one each. The scotch egg came with a dish of mustard, the yolk was slightly soft, but it was a perfect scotch egg, as were the pies. While we were there, the bar clintelle seemes to be mostly mechanics, who discussed the trials and tribulations of the mechanics' trade. We sat by a roaring log fire, eating our pies and scotch eggs, listening.
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