Scorhill
close up they glisten
inspiring circle of stones
imbued with magic
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Today I’ve had the most lovely day out with my very dear blogging sister Christine, of Dadirri Dreaming, as well as her husband S, who coped well with a crazy Devon Gypsy driving them up the narrow lanes. If you have been following Christine you’ll know that she has been travelling around southern Spain for a few days, quite a bit warmer than here but it stayed dry for us and I’m thrilled to bits that she came all this way!
I took them to one of my favourite places on Dartmoor, Scorhill. We went inside the shelter of the stone circle, plenty of room there and with a view.
Next we went on over the hill and far away where these ladies had plenty of room to roam.
This post is for the Weekly Photo Challenge . . . Room! As always , click for a bigger view.
Ailsa has the most amazing photo on her site as part of her Sky theme. The one of Bonneville Salt Flats, have a look, I’m sure you’ll like it too. While you’re there, think about joining her challenge this week, everyone has good sky photos!
This is a local one taken on Dartmoor a few years ago.
The sun going down over Tunku Abdul Raman Park – the islands off of Kota Kinabalu.
Looking through the sky down to the Alps somewhere over northern Italy.
This one is on Borneo, I think the cloud is ascending through a hole in the sky.
To join in visit Ailsa, http://wheresmybackpack.com/2013/11/29/travel-theme-sky/
Footnote: My photo of the pink sky on Dartmoor has been taken by Reddit and they have removed my url and replaced it with theirs. It was high ranking on a search for sky. The end result is that it still ranks quite highly but leads to a page that I’m not connected to instead of mine. I can’t find a way to contact them to complain.
Dartmoor in Devon is a National Parkthat has lots of exposed granite hilltops or Tors. The rock dates back to the carboniferous period and thrust through the surface around 280 million years ago. a variety of mineral ores have been extracted for centuries. Now we can see how it cooled into layers all those millennia ago.
Share your layers at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/15/weekly-photo-challenge-layers/
For my lazy poet Thursday I posted a photo of the Ten Commandments of Dartmoor and as Bulldog at http://visitstothepark.wordpress.com/ was intrigued I said I’d do a post about it. Each blue square on this map is just one kilometre but don’t be fooled into thinking this is a really easy walk, if your knees aren’t brilliant and you have asthma it is still exercise.
We couldn’t find anywhere to park in Buckland in the Moor, so we drove on to Cold East Cross, parked beside the road and walked up Beacon common.
This is the view as you approach the stones, looking towards the beacon plantation. Incidently the Beacon here was lit as part of a chain of fires to mark both the millenium and the Queen’s jubilee.
So to the Commandment stones. In 1928 a local landowner William Whitely commissioned WA Clement, a stonemason from Exmouth to carve the tablets with 1547 letters at a cost of £50. Mr Clement lived in a hut nearby while he carried out the work which took about 9 weeks. As well as the Commandments there is a favourite quote of Whitely’s,
But there’s a power, which man can wield
When mortal aid is vain,
That eye, that arm, that love to reach,
The listening ear to gain
That power is prayer.
The stones were re-carved in 1995 by the Dartmoor National Park Authority. These are some more views from the beacon.
Heading back down you follow the granite wall.
Enjoy the peace and clean air.
Perhaps a muddy cool down – I’ve shown you this one in an earlier post!
Smile if your knees aren’t completely wrecked!
Find a shady spot to dip your toes in the icy water.
and make sure the dogs are dunked clean!
I hope you enjoyed the walk and learning a little more about the Ten Commandments of Dartmoor.
My Dartmoor series continues with some contented locals.
Shelter beside rocks
grazing in peace without fear
Scotch black-faced ram sheep
shaggy fleece hangs soft and pale
soon they’ll fetch you for the shear.
The lazy poet is as much about words as photography, hence the image is small. You can click to see a larger version if you want. 🙂