Pines pointing to the stars

At dusk the pines around our camp became burnished in sunsetty shimmers.

Trees at sunset edit

From the crackly glow of the campfire we were looking up through the high heads of the pines

Into a voluminous darkness of sparkly glitters.

Being up on Dartmoor gives you that deep sensual awareness of night being properly distinct from day.

So many stars. You forget just how many stars there are up there.

Millions of millions.

Stars just about everywhere you can see.

Spreading out as far and as deep as your imagination can reach.

These pines seemed to be guiding our way in, giving us privileged access.

Starry starry night edit

Paintings: Hazel Brown; Words; Ian Nisbet


Camping with the Tall Pines

As part of Miss H Browns Wild Camping Certificate she needs to complete 3 camps in wildly different locations.

Wild Camping Location No 1 was achieved last year (August 2016) on the Teign Estuary.

This was Wild Camping Location No 2. On Dartmoor.

To be undertaken within the vicinity of poisonous snakes (adders) finger-eating ponies, bum-bumping cows, a flock of piss-taking sheep, a medley of hooting owls, and a knock knock knocking woodpecker.

This was all fearlessly accomplished.

The Wild Camping Invigilator from the Nizzwaz Institute of Outlandish Pursuits, a Mr Bitz-Nizz – is satisfied therefore to certify that

Miss H Brown has now successfully completed Level 2 of her Wild Camping Certificate. Hurrah!

Beneath the thunderstruck Ash

We’re waiting for the sun to move across towards the little pond.

Waiting. Listening. Calming.


Against this thunderstruck ash.

It’s peaceful here isn’t it Haze?


On this ‘halcyon’ Sunday morning.

Stood here restful. What could be easier.

Waiting for a certain southern hawker dragonfly lady to turn up.

Hope she keeps her appointment.

Words & Photo’s: Ian Nisbet

Delightfulness: Hazel Brown

Peace & Tranquility: Tessier Gardens

Walking to Wistmans Wood

We are walking towards Wistmans Wood this Saturday afternoon.

Towards Wistmans Wood 2

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

Haze above Wistmans Wood

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

Haze in Wistmans Wood

This tree, a quick sketch (the midges still biting)

Wistmans Sketch 1 edit

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.

Wolfwomen 2

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!