Clad in native trees, Breidden hill is sleepy and timeless. Admiral Rodney‘s pillar sits on top, along with an Iron Age hill fort and unique Ice Age alpines.

But look round to the west of the hill, and the scene changes. For Breidden is also home to a road stone quarry. Small and slightly ramshackle in my childhood, it soon expanded, swallowing homes as it went. Today it is a vast high tech enterprise. Sadly, Breidden’s green dolerite is massively in demand, and the hill’s stately forms are endlessly remodelled as its stone disappears into the roads and motorways of Britain.