It occurred to me as I walked the crest of Row Tor, both coasts visible, that there are few places, patches and pieces of land left here that I have not traversed over the years.
Actually, as I walked southwards towards the under visited Hawk’s Tor along the bottle-brown, gin clear De Lank river, the other thing that occurred to me (repeatedly) was how the waist high quaking marsh would be a pretty perfect place for a sheep guzzling cryptid to stalk its unwitting prey. This, alongside of recent readings of Dinofelis (an infernal early hominid eating specialist) and the unhelpfully graphic image I associate with it (see fig 1.) Fig 1. (Sheeet)
made it a slightly quicker walk than usual, infused with a new found sympathy for sickly wilderbeest.
For those of you who might not know the long running saga/fable of the ‘Beast of Bodmin Moor’ then I suggest you have a gander. Suffice to say if she’s anywhere, it’s around the scrub of Hawk’s tor.
This is Hawk’s Tor by the way. Looking towards Row (Rough) Tor on the left and Brown Willy on the right, the highest points in Cornwall respectively. When you are unused to real mountains they start to seem impressive.
The Moors here are endlessly fascinating and there will be much more to come on their intrigue, oddity and underuse.
I make it my prerogative to motor about in my beloved, laughably small and frankly unstable van at least once a week. This mostly adhered to policy provides a modicum of sanity and relief from my field – teaching – it has also meant that I’ve seen a great deal of my county.
Here’s a map I made whilst I lived in the capital.
I started adding place names about a year ago.
Among other things – my mind tends to wander as much as my body – I aim to work backwards and colour my meanderings in on these pages.
In a land that rests its entire being on the visits of others I hope that these visitors might start to wander and meander from the trodden paths of the tourism trail. I have places and I want to share them.