By: Blonde Two
I had the good fortune to be doing some writing with a lovely group of youngsters this week. We were composing our own Dartmoor legends (leg-ends as one of them insisted on calling them). I had told them the sad story of Kitty Jay’s grave and the mysterious flowers and were listening to some Seth Lakeman to set the mood (see below).
One of them came up to me with a drawing and asked what colour Dartmoor was. I pointed out of the window and told him to have a look for himself. The whole group got very excited listing colours and stood there for ages looking as I pointed out a couple of tors.
It made me realise yet again how privileged we are to live so close to such a beautiful place. It is easy to forget that a lot of people, especially young ones, have very few opportunities to see wilderness.