By: Blonde Two

Blonde One and I badly needed to escape to Dartmoor last night.  So we did – immediately after work, rucksacks were thrown in the boot of the Adventure Mobile, flasks were made (not Ribena) and boots and gaiters were laced/strapped on.  A short drive later and we were once more on our way up a very familiar pathway to make our first seasonal visit to the Dartmoor Christmas Tree.


I have said before that there is nothing that equals the healing power of friendship and the life giving air of Dartmoor.  We sat, underneath the Christmas Tree (it has grown), our backs against solid granite watching the sun disappear in a sky that was brushed with swatches of bright orange and deep purple.  We Blondes often spend our time chattering but there was more silence than usual on this visit.  Life is a bit exhausting at the moment, but as we sat there, as always, the world seemed more settled, more solid and more in the right place again.

As we walked back down the path in the dark (we do know it like the back of our hands), I was reminded of the song below (if you like Christmas adverts you will have heard this one a lot recently).  I hope Blonde One didn’t mind my singing.  It is one of my favourites (in the original version) and seemed particularly appropriate.

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know? …

We all have our favourite places and like to think of them as particularly ours.  Of course, other people do know about the Dartmoor Christmas Tree and we love bumping into them there (especially as no-one knows who we are) but last night, we were just Two Blondes, we felt the earth beneath our feet and were that little bit more complete once more.