|Our house is a little white blob on the far horizon.|
Some pictures of Dartmoor - the bones of the land. I never knew I would love it so much.
When I went to give a talk in Exeter three years ago there was no late train back to Birmingham so John, the organiser, offered to put me up overnight at his home in the village of Throwleigh. When I woke up in the morning and drew the curtains I saw straight to Cosden Hill and my very soul sang 'I want to live here.'
Luckily for me, when I got home and mentioned the idea to Lion, he said 'then let's go and look for somewhere to live in Devon.'
|This is on the way to Scorhill Stone Circle. Trees grow where they can here on Dartmoor.|
|This is one of our favourite walks. Miles and miles of moorland riddled with streams crossed by ancient stone bridges.|
|Nine Stones Circle at Belstone Tor.|
Dartmoor isn't responsible for the dis-ease, of course. But it is a lovely place to be while I discover what was. And that counts for a lot.