Fairy fort / earthen ringfort in Prospecthill

Prospecthill holds a forty-metre earthen ring where human hands shaped stone and soil into a boundary long before memory faded. The grassland rise still carries the weight of that choice, even though the bank has blurred into the land. A house may have stood within its southern edge, lighting the dark and holding life steady against the storm. The fairy name is a later gift, but the shape is not a mistake. It is a room built for people, waiting to be remembered.