Now that the roads are relatively clear, but the snow is still lying, it seemed sensible to get over to the Viaduct and St. Catherine's Hill, even though the light was fairly dull. As expected, it was worth it to get an unfamiliar perspective on some familiar scenes.
However, remember my plea a few posts back that the citizens of Winchester not turn the Hill into a recreational park, now that it's easier to get to? Too late. I had not made allowance for the entitlement of the middle-classes, who had arrived en masse to cull the weaklings among their offspring by encouraging them to slide down this registered Ancient Monument and Site of Special Scientific Interest on their well-padded arses.
Just look at the damage: that's bare earth, now, on the side of the hill. No doubt the grass will grow back, but really... There is no point in asking for a little more respect from people who regard the earth as their playground.
And, yes, that is a staircase going up the hill: put there to stop precisely this kind of erosion in wet weather, not to ease the re-ascent of vandals on plastic toboggans.