Browsing All posts tagged under »dartmoor«

Lady of the Mountain

August 24, 2012

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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 […]

Small things

July 14, 2012

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“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 […]

Oscar

June 2, 2012

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“I am a Captain, but as they are ten a-penny, and I had a very undistinguished & brief career at the front ( I was shot down by Richthofen in January 1917 & POW till the  middle of December 1918) I do not normally use the rank” Oscar Grieg, is not someone you will have […]

Parapsychological encounters of the poetic kind

April 21, 2012

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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 is a marker of a complete journey. A lifetime, from start to finish, and everything in between.With this […]

Jericho

April 7, 2012

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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 […]

Are we there yet?

March 10, 2012

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‘ Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.’  Ojibwa saying. Follow your bliss. Easy. No? How many forgotten paths I wonder already lay scattered around in the wasteland of our pasts? Laying discarded and slowly turning back to dust. Were any […]

The Moors.

November 5, 2011

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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 […]