On the move again… arriving on May 7th 2017 in Ashburton Devon
October 2nd 2017 The summer is over, autumn arrives and it’s a good time to write a short journal of my life in Devon. Much of what I’ve seen is made visible in the videos below. You’re welcome to have a look. On July 1st 2017 I’ve celebrated my 2nd anniversary, living 2 years in the UK. Not one breath I’ve felt homesickness or a longing for Holland, since I live on the other side of the North sea. It all feels natural, an organic process. After all, during over 20 years of holiday visits I’ve often felt that this island feels more like my home. My feet walk on familiar ground almost, specially on Dartmoor, with it’s interesting geological history.
According to the latest explanation I’ve heard, about the formation of Dartmoor and its Tors, based on the presence of crystallized segments in granite slabs, the solidification process in these segments should’ve taken place under so much pressure, that we need to imagine a layer of rock 4 km. high when we stand on the moors, causing that pressure. The Tors are the most solid parts of Dartmoor’s surface and therefore, in what must’ve been a long period of time, less weathered away and thus rising up from the softer surface.
Where and why this layer of rock has gone is still a mystery. Another explanation is that Dartmoor once was located on the equator, in a tropical climate. Volcanic activity pushed the surface up and the Tors are now what once was magma, surfacing, turning into solid rock when cooling off.
The heather is now dressed in purple. Green fields, grey rocks and brown bracken change color under moving clouds which create shadows on the Moors, showing sudden vibrancy of color when sunshine touches the surface of this beloved part of good old Britain. The seasons are special to experience for the first time, in this part of Devon. Be it in my room, during shopping, on a bus-trip, walking on the Moors or on the seaside. The autumn colors begin to show, rain or shine, September felt like early autumn starting. The warmest days were in June, fortunately before the summer holidays started. I’ve swam and slept on the Shaldon beach, swam and watched tiny trouts in the river Dart, walked on the Moors and on footpaths through shady woodland.
Last week I’ve started my volunteering work on the land. In Cuddiford Meadows nearby and in Apricot Center near Huxham’s Cross, on a bus-trip distance. The picture above is made on my first day. How many pictures have I made of pumpkins now, I wonder?
In this part of Devon it’s buzzing with activities of all sorts, charity work, artistic events, alternative lifestyle-events, spiritual work in courses and shamanic circles, artisans, farmer’s markets, markets with antiques, 2nd hand clothes and all sorts of bits and bops, vintage stuff, many books and stalls with artists selling their work.
In my village, a women’s group is organized for a Friday morning dance and music- making, potluck at noon and crafting in the afternoon, in the home of a friend of mine. About 7 of us now. “I want this home to be a happy home” she said, when I told her that I felt it was generous of her to welcome us in her home on Fridays.
From the kitchen I always enjoy the view on the hills to the South, through an alley, where an elderly lady offers me apples from her garden, plus cups of tea during my visits, with a bit of assistance in practical matters. Most of the time I’m walking through the narrow alleys with stone walls, to shops and destinations further away, still exploring much unknown territory.
October 2017 impressions of Ashburton and area:
Summer 2017 Impressions of Ashburton, the river Dart, the seaside on Shaldon beach and a bike ride over Dartmoor:
Here are a few impressions of Dartmoor, summer/autumn 2016:
A few impressions of Wookey Hole, where caves are. In Somerset UK:
This little lovely green bird flew against my window and sat dazed and concussed for 20 minutes on my terrace. I watched it from a safe distance and had to encourage it to make a move, when it found its bearings again.
It looked at me sideways with a bright eye, moved its wings and…. off it went on its green wings, steady. I felt so relieved, after hearing 2 small birds fly against my window to their death, holding them in my hands until they lay silent. It’s a mystery to me, how small birds, with their fragile structure of bones and airy fairy feathers, are able to fly.
It’s good in Devon UK and wonderful to experience the mystery of Dartmoor. See how it looks like in the South-West part, also the lanes with old trees entwined, forming a tunnel of greens and vines:
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