Category Archives: Walking

Devon Harvest Hymn

I was given a challenge last night at a Michaelmas Evensong to write a new hymn for harvest so this morning I sat down and gave it a go. Harvest in other parts of the country may differ but, having taken the dogs for a walk this morning and watched small gatherings of Meadow Pipits scurrying around, I got home and looked up whether they migrate from the UK for winter. The answer appears to be that some do and some don’t. I was then aware that the swallows and swifts have left already and that hedges were being trimmed and the lanes, once again, have become 3 feet wider. I was also cheered by the sight of both a Green Woodpecker and a Lesser Spotted Woodpecker!

So that’s the explanation for this:

Devon Harvest

Michaelmas migration, swifts and swallows fly

Seeking other harvests, throng the dimming sky.

Birds Murmurating, full of hope and fear

Now Sahara crossing, southward is their steer.

 

Silage stored for winter, hedges cut and trimmed.

Apple harvest gathered, cider vats full, brimmed

Bounty from summer, blossom set and swelled

All God’s hedgerow gathered, not a drop withheld.

 

Equinox equation, balanced day and night

Triggers winter’s onset, storms the skies ignite.

Barns full of grain, now drying. Market cheer

Beckons winter’s solstice; Christmas drawing near.

 

Praise God for the harvest. Hidden from our sight

Spirit’s life now moving, make our hearts delight

To praise the Son, whose harvest gathers in

All creation’s longing, as we live for Him.

© Nick Shutt 2016.

11,11,10,11 (Noel Nouvelet)

 

 

Haiku for a forest

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Memories

 

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Sometimes I am struck by something on the Moor and I photograph it. I then reflect on what I see.

This bench, overlooking Burrator Reservoir, has been placed here in memory of someone who has died. Over time people sitting on the bench have eroded and moulded the ground, no doubt as they have formed their own memories in this beautiful spot. I am reminded that “from dust we are formed and to dust we shall return”.

I like the economy of the Haiku form and I hope you do too.

Dartmoor Streams, Dartmoor Dreams…

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For me there is something very relaxing about watching a Dartmoor Stream cascade by… while the Springer Spaniel zooms around walking herself…

Geocaching on Dartmoor

What a good way to encourage some reluctant young walkers to get out: Geocaching on Dartmoor. Being new to this it is a bit of fun but some of the clues are more difficult than a cryptic crossword!

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follow the coordinates…

then negotiate some obstacles…

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Find the Cache!

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Open it!

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Record your findings!

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Then replace it carefully where you found it….Then on to the next one…

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Job done!

Who’s pulled the plug out of Burrator Reservoir?

This hot weather seems to have had a dramatic effect on the level of Burrator in the last few weeks Burrator Reservoir

 

Burrator drained

Spot the Spaniel

Another in the occasional series: Spot the Spaniel. This time at sunrise at Norsworthy Bridge

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Mixed Feelings

Seeing a pair of Cuckoos this morning, perched in a small bush, was rather exceptional. It gave me a buzz as I looked through my binoculars… but then I scanned and saw, completely obliviously to what was happening, a pipit wandering underneath them. I had a feeling that I knew what was likely to happen next…an unexpected visitor to her nest…

Great day for taking a Spaniel on a 6 mile walk..

Spaniels have no idea how to pace themselves. I am now looking at a worn out dog who zoomed around all morning on our walk down from Princetown to Walkhampton along the railway line, via Foggintor and Kings Tor. I walked 6 miles I’m guessing she walked at least double that!

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Walk, Talk, & Tea

A wonderful walk through our Devon Countryside this afternoon. With only one shower all afternoon!

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