The faint song of a skylark carries a hint of spring
The faint song of a skylark carries a hint of spring
High up on the western edge of Dartmoor, in the car park below Cox Tor, the regular ice-cream van awaits customers. Trodden ways diverge from this viewpoint across close-grazed mossy turf, shrivelled bracken and stunted gorse tangled in wisps of desiccated molinia.
Occasional shafts of sunlight race across the lower ground of Plaster and Whitchurch Downs but Brentor church, on its conical hill to…
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