Or perhaps one of my two favourites.
Last week I was really happy to go on to the moors with my two American friends. I really wish I’d taken my camera, but my phone as always was better than nothing.
late afternoon – after cream tea and the mist was settling.
I wonder if anyone knows where I was?
I’ll post some more in a day or two.
I’m missing lots of wonderful blogs posts! Apologies to those of you who I haven’t visited for a while, the last month has been full on crazy, but in a good way.
Here’s a photo from a trip to Dartmoor yesterday.
The light was lovely, then, as often happens up there, the mist arrived an hour later.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
‘Big’ is this week’s Lens Artist Photo Challenge, check out Tina’s healthy jaws, but don’t get too close!
After seeing this weeks photo challenge, I began thinking about different types of lines, in a sleepless hour the other night. The next day I found the lines of tiles that I posted on Friday, man made, twenty first century city lines.
My mind wandered to ancient lines, and lines that may or may not actually exist, ley lines.
If you believe they do, this is one place where you may be close to one. If you don’t then these stone rows are Neolithic or bronze age.
The lady in the hat with lines is Christine of Dadirri Dreaming, she was very happy to be there in that ancient land. She was a dear friend to many of us, who died in 2014, a few weeks after this photo was taken.
. . . of my favourite places is Dartmoor National park, right here in Devon. It’s impossible to chose just one really isn’t it? This weeks photo challenge is pretty similar to the last, where I chose my own city as the place I’d rather be. Outside of Devon and the UK, my favourite place is usually the most recent place I’ve travelled to, but I’ve decided to stick to the moor.
For a slide show and bigger view click and photo.
Well it’s St Patricks day and my mother Pat’s 80th birthday. I’m sure she’ll see this eventually so have a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY from G!
Apart from being green today’s square is nothing to do with St Patrick, but it does have a circle.
Becky’s looking upstairs to her circle today, but I don’t know where!
When my friend Jude saw my ascent photos today, she asked if I had any of the views from Hound Tor. Well, I’m not very good as sweeping landscape photos, but these will give her an idea of how lovely it is up there at least.
Looking north maybe
At the top of the tor
Over the top and looking eastish
the medieval village ruins
the other side of the tor
One of my favourite of the well known spots on Dartmoor is Hound Tor. The area is surrounded with legends and history, and it’s believed to have inspired Conan Doyle’s ‘Hounds of the Baskervilles’.
I’s a steady ascent from the small parking area and the view is wonderful.
If you have the energy, once you reach the top, you can drop down the other side to the ruins of a medieval village where you’ll be surrounded by ghosts from the past.
This is my entry for the weekly photo challenge of Ascend.
First of all, I’ll confess that the title of the post was going to be the
weirdest no the wierdest pub but I couldn’t make my mind up how to spell it. Do you ever get letter blind and unable to spell a word that you’ve written a million times? Please don’t all say no, you’re losing it G 🙂
Anyway, back to the strange pub. It’s called the Highwayman and it’s on Dartmoor. Here he is holding up a coach!
and a gallery, click for a bigger view.
Here’s the man himself, unless you want to risk highway robbery,get off the moor before night falls.
What a weird place, I’ve heard it’s even stranger inside. They have rooms if you want to stay, but of course it’s haunted.