Welcome to Harvest Moon, a place where the creatures and landscapes of my imagination take form and meet the world. Nestled in beneath the wild craggy tors of Dartmoor inspiration comes on chilly winds from moonlit landscapes of other realms which share this rugged, ancient land of gorse and granite. Living here I sometimes feel on a bridge between worlds and ages as the land speaks from spluttering streams and wind-beaten tors, telling stories of folk and beast, but only in snatches before the endings are whipped away down the valley with the broad river and out to sea. So here I will share these stories and characters and they can dwell in your own imagination, continuing their stories with infinite outcomes. This is how they live, enjoy them!

Tuesday, 8 February 2011


 Haytor and Rowan berries

 One of several small tors on Bonehill Down, between Haytor and Hound Tor

 Dartmoor is criss-crossed by paths like little streams where various kinds of feet - cloven, hooved or booted, have flowed over many. many years. We have shaped this landscape for millenia and continue to do so. It tells us much about our history, and following these pre-trodden pathways we are literally walking in the footsteps of our ancestors....be they ponies, sheep, deer or human!

In extreme contrast to the wind beaten tors, the valleys of south Dartmoor are lush and sheltered. The closest thing to a tropical rain forest you will find outside of the tropics! The forest floor is abundant ferns and grasses, mosses, liverworts and lichens dripping with dew. In the springtime the ancient banks of the sunken lanes see a succession of flowers burst from between the tangled tree roots - Primroses, Vetches, Stitchworts and Campions each taking their turn in a colourful procession from spring into summer. And now in February with the first Snow Drops open beneath the apple trees, the fanfare has started and excitement grows with the daylight hours.

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