I mentioned yesterday the miltary base that surrounds Oakhanger – I never get tired of the abnormality of walking out of the house where we are staying, to find a chocolate box village green, homely rose covered cottages, tall oak trees, contrasting with the monsters of the large white domes towering above them.
Oakhanger is at times like walking into an Arthur C. Clarke sci-fi novel – there is a fear, there is awe, there is beauty – what really is going on inside those domes of R.A.F Oakhanger?
I had time to enjoy the view today, with an evening sky that mixed sulphar and stormy grey clouds adding to the atmosphere of mystery.
Good walks – and peaceful dogs – Friday evening we’ll be catching up with friends in the village pub the, Hanger Free House – more might come to this post in a bit…..
