On Blackdown Rings

My friend and fellow blipper Cheralyn took us to this exposed and often bleak high point not far from Loddiswell. Overshadowed and overlooked by it's northerly neighbour; Dartmoor, it was an Iron Age fort and a castle was built in one corner in the Middle Ages. Now all that is left is some large rings and a ditch, adorned by windswept and stunted trees where the sheep graze.

"I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".

(Percy Bysshe Shelley)

Due to the light, it was hard to get a picture to do justice to the view. I also got some very pretty pictures of sheep. But nothing really stood out.

Decisions, decisions. In the end I went with my heart; my son, and his friend.