Tagged with " Dartmoor"
Lichens and tantrums at Ingra Tor
By     |    Dec 7, 2013
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Lichens and tantrums at Ingra Tor

Winter has arrived, but Izzy doesn’t seem to have noticed. For the past couple of weeks she has refused to wear anything other than a cotton dress. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried dressing her dolls and myself with her clothes, I’ve tried begging, I’ve tried to slip a jumper over her head whilst she’s distracted, I’ve tried letting her choose her own outfit, I’ve tried calling her bluff, but when [...]

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Carnivorous plants
By     |    Jun 16, 2013
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Carnivorous plants

Izzy thinks that the fluffy white things fluttering in the breeze are feathers, but they are actually the seedheads of Common Cotton-grass and they indicate that we are stepping onto boggy ground. Carefully, we pick our way through the mire, over cushions of Sphagnum moss, searching for an exotic-looking species called Round-leaved Sundew. Then, suddenly, we find ourselves surrounded by dozens of the plants, tiny, red-tinged rosettes with sticky leaves [...]

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A peaceful Bluebell wood
By     |    May 23, 2013
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A peaceful Bluebell wood

            We almost didn’t make it out today. Izzy threw the mother of all tantrums as we left the house and refused to sit in the car seat. But, I knew it boiled down to tiredness and that once she’d had a sleep in the car she would be fine, so IĀ perseveredĀ and now, sitting happily amongst a haze of Bluebells, the tantrum is easily forgotten. [...]

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A trail of ants
By     |    May 19, 2013
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A trail of ants

Izzy has had chicken pox, so this week we have mainly stayed indoors. Cabin fever had definitely set in and it feels good to be outside now. We follow a grassy path lined by Common Dog-violets and Bluebells. When Izzy stops to smell the flowers, I notice some Broom hiding amongst the golden Gorse. Izzy wants to touch a Black Slug and there are a few of those around at [...]

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Springtime on the moor
By     |    Apr 26, 2013
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Springtime on the moor

On Dartmoor, the birds are singing. Meadow Pipits burst into the sky, pouring their hearts out, then parachute down to the ground again, whilst Skylarks belt out endless arias and Yellowhammers, perched in bare thorn bushes, chant ‘a little bit of bread and no cheese’. I hold Izzy’s hand as we climb the hill, aware that this is Adder country and that it is sunbathing weather for snakes today. We [...]

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