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O ROWAN tree, O rowan tree! thou’lt aye be dear to me! Intwined thou art wi’ mony ties o’ hame and infancy. Thy leaves were aye the first o’ spring, thy flowers the simmer’s pride; There was na sic a bonnie tree in a’ the country side. Carolina Oliphant It is late August on Dartmoor […]
July 14, 2012
“For each of our actions there are only consequences.” James Lovelock Today it rains and it has been this way for three months. It is cold too. Millions of singular raindrops combining into one great deluge that never seems to end. Of course, if you live in the UK, you will already know this. Know […]
June 30, 2012
Home is where one starts from. T.S Eliot I was always running back then. My arms and legs flailing around, feet thundering across broken paving stones, my heart jumping relentlessly up and down between my chest and mouth. Running, like the clappers, but never getting very far. For in truth the world is too big […]
April 21, 2012
So we found the end of our journey, So we stood alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light. Ted Hughes. That Morning. An end is different from a destination. It’s a marker of a complete journey. A lifetime from start to finish and everything in between. With this […]
April 7, 2012
About an hours walk from my home, uphill all the way, you can stand at the summit of Cosdon Beacon beside a bronze age burial cairn made from granite stones. Here, breathtaking views of Dartmoor in all directions, you will see no walls for five miles when looking due south. Not one. There are no […]
December 31, 2011
A new year looks to you. It spies you hard through the keyhole. An innocent eye trying to work out what you have planned. Christmas excess, the darkness of winter and the innocence of that new years young face moves us. It inspires new actions, plans, escape, change. Resolution. A time for firm decisions and […]
November 5, 2011
Dartmoor is man made. It is hard to believe as you draw in breathtaking sweeps of moorland. However, it is true. Ancient dwarf oaks huddle together in small pockets, at Wistman’s Wood, the copses of Black Tor and Piles. Everything else is created by the hand of man. Quite literally. The moors are one of […]
October 22, 2011
Aqua vitae. The Essence of life. Its creation attributed to John of Rupescissa, a Russian monk given to alchemy, heretical prophecy and, not surprisingly, imprisonment. That his greatest alchemic prize should be eternal life, that this should be discovered during the middle ages, is of great note to someone embarking on the foothills of their […]
October 8, 2011
The swifts have gone. Those beautiful, sublime birds, totems of travel, depart the English autumn skies. The swifts marked our journey since spring. Now they are gone. At first, you do not want to believe it, their leaving. It is over a week since I caught sight of a swift, falling, low over the thatched […]
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