Blackberry Camp The best view I had was from Blackberry
Camp between the Valleys of the Axe and the Otter, a Dumnonian Iron Age citadel with single fosse and ramp in a sparse coppice outlying dense woodland and with so charmed an atmosphere about it that I spent three hours there. It is the headpiece to a narrow combe whose oppo- site and inflexibly horizontal wooded ridge swings round the camp into open country falling away towards the Dorset border. Upland forest gives way to cider orchards weaving a kind of sunbonnet above the sequestered hamlet of South Leigh. These long ridges make the dis- tant hump of Dumpdon Hill just north of Honiton ah insistent land- mark. Its protuberant knob or knapp is in extreme contrast with' their spinal columns, and belongs in spirit to Dorset rather than Devon.
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