I'm not sure where this writing is going...but for now it is what it is...

...for it's kind of about where we live, the beautiful Sid Valley and the hills beyond. It's about the sea and the timeless wild-ness of the shoreline... and its about the power of the sea. It drew us here and it holds us here...

...and of course it's about donkeys. Today, donkeys live in their thousands here, high on the hill in the Sanctuary. Their singing brays are echos of donkeys that lived here long ago hauling salt, carrying harvests gathered and following donkey paths back to the sea...


Sunday 17 July 2011

Old paths and driftways


The valleys around our home are criss-crossed with endless miles of footpaths and bridleways - so much so that it is possible to walk all day and never see another soul!  

Many of these paths are almost as old as the hills they wind over and around - ancient driftways echoing to the tramp of long-past travellers.   Hamlets and villages, which are now little more that faded marks on yellowed maps, were once linked by sunken green lanes and old parish paths.

We have entertained the idea of being able to walk across the entire length of Devonshire, south to north, without ever having to step onto a main road. I believe this is entirely possible. Devon has over 8,000 miles of roads within it's borders, so there must be many thousands more miles of footpaths, bridleways and by-ways just waiting for our footfalls...



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