Yet rest there, Shelley, on the sill,
For though the winds come frorely
I’m away to the rain-blown hill
And the ghost of Sorley.

Charles Hamilton Sorley 1895-1915

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Something in keeping with the season. The poem is from Sorley’s Weather by Captain Robert Graves (Fairies and Fusiliers, 1917) which ends with the above. See also Rhiannon’s link of 4 October 2005 here - http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/2617/barbury_castle.html where she writes, “The WW1 poet Charles Hamilton Sorley (only 20 when he died) wrote this poem about Barbury Castle.”

The carving on the post above is from the interior of a replica Iron Age roundhouse at Barbury Castle. Sadly the roundhouse was totally destroyed last year in a fire started by vandals.