Finally, we reach The Cop. Deep in the cougar-infested woods on the Bledlow Ridge, on the eastern spur, opposite the Bledlow Cross, a small mound, deep in trees.
Now hugely overgrown, this must have been a magnificent place to be buried (along with the other barrows in this small group) – the Chilterns fall away (the Ridgeway marking the boundary) to reveal an enormous plain, a view for eternity, still takes my breath away every time I see it.
Trees, nettles and rabbits occupy this site now ...
