On the path from
Rippon Tor to Cold East Cross there's an outcropping of rocks where a single conifer tree has taken root. Whether it's self-seeded or whether it's an old Christmas Tree which someone planted there, I have no idea (my guess would be the former, though it's a long way from any plantations). Anyway, when Sarah and Frodo and I walked past on Tuesday, the last sunny day before the
wetpocalypse, someone had decorated it for Christmas. I'm not sure I approve - the wind had already scattered baubles across a wide area - but I suppose Dartmoor ponies have strong enough stomachs to cope with a bit of tinsel, and I had to admit the golden fruit did look pretty festive in the wintry sunshine...
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
- and, if you have been, thanks for reading!
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