View west from Great Nodden
The previous posts about the Bloggers' Meet on Dartmoor were all done from my little Nokia E90-1 Communicator (that's a mobile phone) from the pub and from our wild camp on Longstone Hill, so I thought I would also add a few more pictures from the camera, so you can get a flavour of the place and the people.
You cannot get a flavour of the bogs from a mere description. I adore boggy terrain - it is fascinating - and these Dartmoor Bogs are first class indeed! Long, almost silky, lush green grasses that come up to your thighs. Wonderfully slushy oozing springs leaking in great patches on the hill sides with short bright green bracken clinging to the steep hillsides between the boulders.
Layered dark grey rocky tors on the sides of the hill-tops add to the scale of the place. Short sharp showers coming in, hanging like curtains beneath black clouds, sweeping across the moorland to speed up your hunt for your gloves and hat. It seems like an ancient place that has been abandoned to nature and, of course, the 2nd Battalion of the Irish Guards, who woke us from our peaceful slumbers on Monday morning around three o'clock with a bit of a fire-fight and a lot of shouting.
I bet they were glad they were doing it here, on friendly Dartmoor, rather than in Afghanistan or Iraq.