Gold Hill

Gold Hill, Shaftesbury. Scene of the famous Hovis advert from the early 1970s. An advert so famous it’s still remembered well enough to re-use, sort of, in more modern ads. Apparently, I’ve been here before. Many years ago, when my age was still numbered in single digits. I don’t remember it, which surprises me. There’s no chance I wouldn’t have run down the hill. I’d have had to come back up again. Surely I’d remember that? But I don’t. I might be older, but there was still no chance I would pass up the opportunity of walking down and back up the hill. Walk, not run. Ok, I ran up the last third. I couldn’t help myself. There’s still a part of my mental age that is measured in single digits.