By: Blonde Two

You may have noticed that the two Blondes spend a lot of time walking in one particular direction at the moment.  You would be forgiven for thinking that we are obsessed with our visits to the Dartmoor Christmas Tree.  It happens to us every year, as the days draw to their shortest and work becomes its most exhausting, the Blondes feel inexorably drawn to Dartmoor.

For many reasons, the Christmas Tree is the perfect Winter Blonde spot (like a blind spot but easier to see).  For a start, we can leave work, get changed and just about be there to watch the sunset, even on the shortest day. Today, for example will only have 7 hours and 30 minutes of daylight; just catching fifteen minutes of those would be worth the bit of rush it takes to get there.

I don’t know about the rest of you but for me, this time of year feels a bit wobbly. Nothing is running to routine, expectations are high and emotions are all over the place. One of my favourite days of the year is Boxing Day; the day when it no longer matters that you are not ready for Christmas, the day when you can get out for a walk with your family and eat what you want to, exactly when you want to.

With all of this wobbliness in the world, the attractiveness of something as big and solid as Dartmoor becomes almost overwhelming.  I find myself staring at it longingly from my kitchen window, I even climbed two sets of stairs at work yesterday just so that I could glimpse it at lunch time.  The Dartmoor Christmas Tree knows all about the importance of solidity and has rooted itself firmly into granite.  The Two Blondes’ Tree experience usually involves sitting on the same granite, underneath the tree, facing the sunset.

We have experienced all kinds of emotions there.  We usually giggle, there have been tears, many times we have just sat in silence.  If anyone else happened to be up there, they would think it was a very odd sight; two ladies sitting sipping tea in the dark.  I imagine that, even if they stayed and listened for a while, they would not be able to make much sense of our Blonde-Speak.  But for us, it all makes sense and nothing more so than being back on solid Dartmoor watching the sun set on a world that is constantly changing.

A rosy hue settles all around.

You start to feel you’re on solid ground.

For a spell or two, no one seems forlorn.

This comes to pass, when a child is born.