This is Hawson Cross: a wayside marker for the old monastic route the ‘Monks Way’. Its stood side by side with that ‘Stumpy Oak’; one of only two on Dartmoor that are officially recognised as being, “historic oak trees”.
The tree is still alive but with a hollowed out trunk.
Its easy to imagine the cross and the oak becoming as one – given enough entropy to mystically merge them together.
I happened upon this stumpy oak and cross ‘memorial’ just outside Scorriton.
It was being a mildly munificent Spring afternoon.
I could hear all the song birds twittering about. But I couldn’t get at them with the camera. Birds don’t want to be seen. Leave them be.
See the sheep instead. Like this pair of scruffs.
Whoever’s sheared them didn’t do a very good job (probably shorn by that blind old bat in the Specsavers ad)
Walking on a bit further and what do I see? Yet more scruffiness.
Poor chap couldn’t see what he was doing. Kept bumping into trees.
In need of some serious barbering these shaggy haired toy ponies.
Even this tiny titch, spied through a little gap in the hedge.
Could have done with a good shampoo and set.