Holloway - the hollow way. A Sunken path, a deep and shady lane. A route that centuries of foot-fall, hoof-hit, wheel-roll and rain-run have harrowed into the land. A track worn down by the traffic of old ages and the fretting of water, and in places reduced sixteen or eighteen feet beneath the level of the fields.
Robert McFarlane, Holloway
We found the time to go and explore an intriguing holloway that stretches between Symondsbury and North Chideock: it is called Hell Lane. And that's going to be the title of a forthcoming novel, because it's just too great a name! I have to use it!
It really is an amazing and mysterious place that sends shivers down your spine. You stop in the middle of the "gorge", look up to the trees that hide the path entirely, you look around you at the words and shapes carved into the rock... And stories start forming into your head...
I cannot wait to spend more time exploring the sunken holloways and paths of Dorset - starting with my first month-long residency in Burton Bradstock in November! I might need to invest in a pair of wellies...
A great blog about holloways in West Dorset HERE by The Dorset Rambler.
Both Robert McFarlane and The Dorset Rambler mention a novel called Rogue Male by Geoffrey Household - it is mainly set among the holloways of West Dorset.
I need to get my hands on a copy as soon as possible!
All pictures on this blog by Matt ArtPix.