So many pictures of Dartmoor highlight the Tors and rocks while most of it comprises huge tracts of grassland and bog. Much of the grass around here is deciduous and is already starting to brown, ending up the palest beige and drifting like snow once released from its roots. At present, with high winds, it undulates and shimmers, rustling above the relative silence now the Swallows seem to have taken their leave. It is a canine paradise.
Sorry - this one is looking a little lavatorial...he's just poised to jump
This sheep, stripped to the bone in a few days, is the reality of the wild I suppose. No tourists will have seen it so far off the track or they might not come back. Yesterday evening, I found the remains of a Kestrel on the drive, brought up by someone else's dog no doubt. Heartbreaking. I hope it wasn't the young one whose parents we saw the training it other night. The rain has stopped today and it's been a joy to hang out washing again. Over the weekend we intend erecting a scaffolding tower and attempting to sort out our ailing guttering. Hope you have more interesting plans! So until next time, here are Snippet and Jack. Snippet appears to be smiling and Jack really needs to grow into his skin.