Such a desperate shame about the Dongas and Twyford Down…I told them a tunnel was a bad idea… (as an alternative), there is (and you’re not going to believe this folks), a golf course on “the other side” of the down (now the course is “the part that still exists”), where (I was told), the county surveyor and the treasurer used to play at the time the cutting was going through…a f**king golf-course…my solution was elegant (incl. a long low snaking bridge across the water-meadows), only a slight divergence from a crow’s flight and we could have used a previously excavated piece of land with no mediaeval track-ways on it…it’s a true story about NIMBYS and ignorant government…none of them consulted the land…gone now forever! Nb. The panorama above must be facing Twyford Down as was (north), …
These are the “Dongas”, quote; "“The Dongas” hollow ways, Twyford Down
This picture is looking east from the edge of the grid square at some of the medieval hollow ways on Twyford Down. These ancient trackways come down from the South Downs to Winchester, and over the centuries the action of hooves, wheels and feet wore deep channels into the chalk. When one became too treacherous another parallel route would be taken." "The Dongas" hollow ways, Twyford Down © Jim Champion cc-by-sa/2.0 :: Geograph Britain and Ireland
Quote; "Twyford Down
Twyford Down was just such a place (actually although it was “such a place” nothing that happened there was “just”).
Modern archaeologists (especially the social and agricultural historians amongst them), may have some understanding of what was lost at Twyford Down (and to be honest it still is a truly painful subject for me to talk about).
However… those who understand that the colonisation of the major landmass areas of these islands only ever took place once in humanity’s history* , should also understand that this “Rosy Cross” is a unique tabula rasa for agricultural scientists (because of its “quartered” nature), and as a result it’s history represents one of the most complete and easily assimilable works of applied “astrologomal”** science imaginable (or at least it did -never try and teach maths without also teaching spacial awareness-).
Why it now may not be is because of the rape of Twyford. You see, back when the ice sheets first began to retreat and people started to colonise these Islands on a large scale the south of Britain was ipso facto colonised first (given our current post “Flood” planetary orientation***). This meant that places such as The New Forest, Hengistbury Head, Twyford Down and others were the very first to be used as social, religious and agricultural centres. As such this of-course makes them our oldest archaeological “seed libraries”, without which; climate data, ecological relationships, social interactions, religion, biology and “astrologomy” cannot be studied .
*(Edit 12/07/10 at least in a modern “agricultural” sense -and I may be accused of something of the same myself given the slightly “ham-fisted” nature of this edit- as I am advised by the recent discovery of one million year old (approx.) flint tools belonging to Homo Antecessor in Britain. Go to First humans arrived in Britain 250,000 years earlier than thought | Anthropology | The Guardian )
**(“Astrologomy”= astrology/astronomy, I’m convinced S.A.M -“Stone Aged Man”- would have laughed at the idea of “splitting the sky in two” either that or considered the notion very bad medicine indeed!)
***Further Reading ? ; James Vogh (aka John Sladek), “The Thirteenth Sign”, Peter Warlow “The Reversing Earth” also please visit Dr. Masaru Emoto at www.hado.net (water molecule cluster electron-microscopy the man is a genius).
The archaeology at Twyford was also unique for although not formal constructions “The Dongas” and other features at Twyford bore witness to thousands of years of agricutural use; http://images.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://s0.geograph.org.uk/photos/02/56/025612_dfb4ef37.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/25612&usg=__HUtZ4p6U7GCrAf1EJ6jor-dLG10=&h=313&w=640&sz=185&hl=en&start=1&sig2=UY8nhm7JNRKnXl5tiv8fpg&um=1&tbnid=LDUTrRWYsH2bfM:&tbnh=67&tbnw=137&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpictures%2Bof%2BThe%2Bdongas%2Bof%2BTwyford%2BDown%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX%26um%3D1&ei=vJPCSrDvIY794AbIztmsBQ*
The trackways, known as “dongas”, were formed by the constant passage of humans, animals and carts over thousands of years.
The other more spectacular and well defined examples at Twyford are gone now forever.
- You will note that the historian refers to the dongas at Twyford as “Medieval” however this refers to the large scale usage of wheeled vehicles and horses on the site, infact the field systems and trackways far predated the medieval period.
Yes it is true that unmarked security staff were used to apply “passification” methods on the very brave “Dongas’ Tribe” whose hearts (like those of many of us), were broken by this thoughtless, brutal, xenophobic and needless desecration of not only our land but our brave nascent community as-well. Yes it is true that construction staff were told to discard any ancient relics they might find and yes there still is a golf-course on the other-side of the fence atop what remains of our beautiful downland. I’m told the county surveyor and others were/are members of the golf club.
http://www.yourlocalweb.co.uk/images/pictures/02/57/northern-corner-of-hockley-golf-course-twyford-down-24990.jpg
Yes look a golf-course another ancient monument we should be pleased to keep for the next ten thousand years!
"…The morning after the festival a disparate group of no more than 20 or so people sat atop one of the most unique pieces of downland anywhere. The previous night and all the preceeding day they had been engaged in music, dance and song, the sun had blazed back off the exposed chalk and flint sculptures, the wind and glare spanking their cheeks into an ancient blush.
Fire had blazed amid, the dance itself…
…and that morning they sat.
At first unsure then…“We are upon the ocean surely?”
Islands in the sea of rolling white and vestigial grey, islands…
The heat grew first, I swear a hand upon my shoulder…“He comes, The Sun King comes!”
Arms outstretched to the stars, he comes.
Burning, heat a lick upon the face, the whisper to the heart, he comes.
Burning the moisture from the air, he comes.
“My blood, my Earth gone from me now, torn out!”
From The East… from the east…"" "Arafel": "What's that Coming Over The Hill?"
