By: Blonde Two
This morning, Dartmoor is pink. from my desk (I am actually in bed but desk sounds more organised), I can see the sun acting like a filtered spotlight – nothing else is illuminated yet and it looks as tempting as a box of posh chocolates. All it needs is a big cerise bow tied round the top and it would be the perfect Christmas gift.
I am going to have to go and investigate. I have one pink walking top and I think I will wear it to blend in – I shall become one with the moor. I had made myself promise myself that I would clean the house today in preparation for the Christmas visitation but lets face reality – no house is ever going to stay clean for 17 days especially not one inhabited by an elderly Jack Russell who spends his days rolling around the carpets.
Haytor I think and a stroll around the quarries and tram lines or maybe up over …….Tor to visit the ………….. and see if the Christmas tree has been decorated. You think I am making this up don’t you. Well it is true, there is a secret tree up there that is sometimes decorated for Christmas. Kind of like yarn bombing but with baubles – http://en-gb.facebook.com/yarnbombing. I’ll let you know tomorrow. Time to get up now.