Golly gosh, March is upon us hypothetical audience. In the next 31 days many things will happen; the clocks reverse an hour, spring will officially begin, two saint’s will have their days, an abundance of pancakes will roll through the air, Lent will start.
This month I would like several goals to be attained:
1) To find the church; by this I do not mean I have a plan to swap religious beliefs, but to travel to a church which can be seen from the top of a hill.
2) Finish chapters 3-6
3) Spend a day not in Plymouth.
Natural seasonal adjustments can be witnessed also. I’ve already seen hints of colour speckled on local cherry-blossom trees and the seasonal yellows of daffodils lighten rain washed greenery. The weather is trying to be pleasant, but where the rain has finally subsided a Northerly wind has taken root, and it carries the kind of cold which whips through coats and is unrelenting.Here in the south-west of England, the weather has been unusually erratic, jumping between heavy rain and fantastic clear skies in only hours.
Thursday last week, as yet unreported, my friends and I traveled into Dartmoor, and spent time at a place called Dartmeet where the two major tributaries of the River Dart (East Dart and West Dart) meet; hence the name I suppose. We parked up near the medieval bridge, and followed the bank to the west along the water-edge, choosing to stick close to the river and dip underneath low and submerged trees, than take the higher road newly softened by the recent downpours. The rush of the current hissed over the landscape, and there were areas of foam gathered between rocks on the sides of the water. Despite clouds, the weather remained dry, and when active it was warm enough for scarves and gloves to be unnecessary. As we were driving back down into lowland Devon, a mist had swallowed the countryside. Later that night, I was lulled to sleep by harsh winds whipping rain against the window.
I’m waiting for the climate to settle, so I can journey to the ruined church, which can be seen from the incline of the hill-hill of doom, leading to the train station. The building can also be viewed from the high road leading off North-Hill. I only came to the conclusion it must have been a church because it appears to be surrounded by a graveyard, and a high arch reminiscent of a doorway. No images are available online, so I can’t discover its name or purpose, but I would enjoy exploring the structure, and possibly the stones planted over the bodies on the grounds.
I’ll do that soon.