We are walking towards Wistmans Wood this Saturday afternoon.
It’s that little dark green patch directly ahead, under the horizon.
We’re stumbling our way into the “most haunted place on Dartmoor”, plonking down on a flat slab of rock to eat our bacon sandwiches, – and are promptly descended upon, and being bitten by, hundreds of midges.
Gotta get out – quick!
Find another big slab of rock outside the reach of those blood-thirsty midges
Finishing off lunch (rather than be lunch) without them bitey bleeders.
We’re returning back into the woods to try our luck again.
And now Haze is drawing
This tree, a quick sketch (the midges still biting)
Haze wants to include this:
“A little memoir of my favourite wood…On entering it’s puzzlepathway of stones upholstered in a soaking soft covering of moss and lichens, this tiny ancient wood, sprouting ferns, with a canopy of new summer leaves ..still whispers strange tales of those Whisht hounds..of Faerie Folk, Elves and Spriggans!”
And I’ve made this little vid (it’s got a soldier beetle, midges, Haze leaving a blessing)
I didn’t pick up much of the elemental ‘spirit of place’ – it felt more like somewhere to walk your dog, while chattering about Star Trek.
Too many of us people infiltrating, and contaminated, the ‘sacred grove’ with our human noise.
Legend has it that Wistmans Woods is haunted by ‘diabolical Whist Hounds’
Well, here the Hounds were.
Being distinctly diabolical. This woman (Dutch) can hardly hold on to her 3 ‘wolf-hounds’
If they’d tugged her off that leash – they’d have been off
Chasing after, and killing, sheep, terrorizing cows.
(Did I say ‘Diabolical’? I meant, ‘Ridiculous’!)
My advice to anyone wanting to visit Wistmans Wood?
Don’t go when any of us humans are around! With our dogs.
Douse yourself in citronella. Munch garlic. Be midge repellent!