How to start the new year? What about a 14 mile walk to and from Dartmoor.
The destination: Avon Dam
The car park at Shipley Bridge was choka.
Families of little kids having fresh air blown into their fuggy heads.
Every dog under the weak winter sun being walked and yapped off its lead.
The congestion on the path up was like Torquay town centre during the January Sales.
But I scarpered on up to the Dam anyway, regardless.
And was rewarded with this
A bit of pure peace and quiet.
With just the wind whistling through the grass, ruffling ripples on the water.
It was worth walking 6 hours for.
A positive purposeful way to start 2019.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
At dusk the pines around our camp became burnished in sunsetty shimmers.
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.
Paintings: Hazel Brown; Words; Ian Nisbet
Drawing & Words: Hazel Brown
Miss H Brown also gets an extra Grade A merit and commendation as part of her Level 2 Wild Campfire module.
The requirements for which included
The making of,
The starting of,
The tending of,
The poking of,
The resuscitation of,
The killing off of,
Most importantly of all
– The marveling about –
A bona fide fiercely flaming
However no sausages were killed or sizzled
In the making of said fire.
(Which unfortunately incurs the loss of one chocolate finger)
Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet; Campfire: Hazel Brown
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!
Lichened by light
Circles and cup marks
Cairns on Cut Hill
Cists at Drizzlecombe
Who were they, these people of stone?
Into a 21st century dawn, tumbled
Bracelets, baskets and beads…!
Her goods for the ever-life
Leaving behind … her fears..tears..?
The stone people live on.
We are they.
Drawing & Poem: Hazel Brown