Dartmoor

Who was she?

A witch who had been buried centuries before on wild and brooding countryside known as Dartmoor.

This adventure took place on All Saints' Eve, the particular witch's Sabbath which you Americans refer to as Halloween.

And there I go, the deep end as usual.

It appeared that nobody else felt that any explanation was required, which to me seemed like a gaping hole in the science.

In my walks on Dartmoor I watched streams and rivers coursing through the landscape, changing that landscape by their actions, as well as forming small eddies that cycled around in the water's flow.

It came to me that there must be some sort of similar flow, on a much smaller and a much larger scale, passing through, around and between all the physical objects in the cosmos, effecting change in all those objects and their interrelationships, as it did so.

I labelled that flow Tau Flux and began to look for clues and or rules as to its exact nature and behaviour.

From those Dartmoor streams I observed that water flow was generally out in the open, but could sometimes disappear underground and then unexpectedly pop up somewhere else, on occasions with an appreciable time delay.

it made perfect sense to me that an energetic flow of this sort could indeed carry information from one object to another, near or far, as well as working changes in every one of those objects that it circulated around in.

Radioactive decay, for example, had to be some sort of stochastic process – there's a link to that in the printed version of this post – brought about by energy flowing around within the structure of an unstable atomic nucleus.

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Do you want to explain? Haytour is a spectacular tour on Dartmoor.

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one of the most famous one of the most popular ones that everyone goes to and it's Beltane so when the sun rises on the first of May we are there dancing as the sun comes up with another side who are called Beltane and we yeah we put our fire sticks on our lights are on we're dancing the sun up and loads of people it's getting bigger bigger every year people dress in flowers and garlands and yeah see the sun up which is really nice It's usually quite cold, but we've had some really amazing sunrises.

Yeah.

So the purple, though, does that have a significance?

That was taken from Dartmoor.

So basically, we're named after an Iron Age fort.

It's called the Hairy Hands.

It's a Dartmoor in the south of the UK.

Story.

Might be fun for you to have a look at.

and my voice, so allow your curiosity to be a part of this pleasant experience as I tell you the humorously dull history of a medieval peasant.

Part One In which Clive wakes up with a horse in his face It is somewhere around the year 1300, on the edge of Dartmoor in Devon, and a medieval English peasant named Clive is about to wake up.

Clive is fictional, but almost everything surrounding him today will be drawn from what we know about the lives of ordinary rural people in medieval England.

We are putting him in Devon, partly because medieval longhouses survived there particularly well, and partly because if we are going to spend an entire day with a medieval peasant, it seems only right that at some point it should rain, and rain it does in Devon.

The explanation is relatively simple.

Clive lives in a longhouse, a type of rural farmhouse in which humans occupy one end and livestock can be used at the other.

Excavated medieval settlements such as Hound Tor on Dartmoor contained precisely these sorts of buildings, with the animal buyer at the lower end and the human living space uphill from it.

There is normally a separation between the two areas.

was in my school library when I was in primary school.

And it is about a small cat that is abandoned on Dartmoor.

And it's basically her struggle for survival.

But it turns out, I don't think it's actually a children's book because it's more like snippets of life in like, I think the early 20th century on like Dartmoor.

Like for a while, like told through the perspective of this cat, we follow the cat.

But it's about different things.

So, yeah, as I already said, I'm based in the southwest.

I live in the south of Devon, just on the edge of Dartmoor, which is a very beautiful, mossy, granitey landscape that I fell in love with about 16 years ago and have ended up staying here.

I was born in London originally.

So that was where I started off.

But I also was conflicted because I thought, well, I need to stay in London because if I want to become a successful artist, then it's a good place to be and so on and so on.

But actually, I ended up leaving the city and traveling and living on wheels for a few years.

I lived in Scotland for a while and then kind of ended up in Devon by accident on my travels and It got me, I fell in love with Dartmoor and the land is really special, but it's also the people and the community here.

There's a great combination of kind of creative community, people who are interested in ecology and different ways of doing things.