My Day on the Moor

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My Day on the MoorBy: Julian VayneBack to Dartmoor Stories

My Day on the Moor the bright blue sky of the morning

Location: near a mysterious tor outside of princetown...

Poetry cannnot capture the slate greys and howling blues of the sky that day. Nor can mere words hold the force of the wind or the steady power of the earth.



I wonder as I wander across the moor how to record this, these sensations of muddy track and sharp bladed grass, or heavy pack and the steady tramp, tramp, tramp of my boots.



Language cannot hold this narrative. It is formed by the body, in the senses, raw in the nostrils as the bright morning air.



You have to get out there and see for yourself!



Where I was http://www.dartmoor-npa.gov.uk/visiting/vi-planningyourvisit/vi-infocentres/vi-highmoorlandcentre

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