By: Blonde Two
Not-At-All-Blonde very generously offered to come and help me to deliver seed to Dartmoor yesterday. This is a bit like delivering coals to Newcastle except that you get less muck on your hands.
Or so we thought. As it turns out, if you choose to sprinkle grass seed in the pouring rain, a fair amount of said seed will remain stuck to your fingers, your palms, your watch, your sleeves … some will inevitably end up in your cup of tea, some will be found up your nose and some will float away down the river. I am desperately hoping that most of Ranger Bill’s grass seed ended up where it was supposed to. Here is a picture of a bit that did.
What you see above is the area of a fire-pit that our youngsters cleared and reseeded a few weeks ago. Not-at-all-Blonde and I added a bit more seed to fill in the gaps. Soon you will never know that there was ever a fire pit there; which is just as well because sadly, we found at least two new ones.
Why are people so brain dead when it comes to barbecues. We went camping a couple of weeks ago and at least 4 of the picnic benches were badly damaged from people obviously placing their barbecues on them to cook. More sadly, I think it’s just people don’t care 🙁
Every summer we visit the west coast of France when there is miles upon miles of forest and barbecues and strictly banned because of fire risk. God help them if any of these people ever decide to visit there.
I have no idea about brain-dead-ness. I wish it didn’t exist. Did you hear about Northmore’s Cross? Gone apparently, stolen for being tiny 🙁
Yes I did hear the sad news. We always used to think dartmoor was immune to this type of behaviour but sadly more and more of it seems to be taking place. Graffiti on trig points, destruction of trees, stolen crosses – sad times 🙁
I worry that maybe being so open about special places on the internet is part of the problem. Maybe we all need to be a bit more secretive – which would be a big shame!