Over night the Commons on Dartmoor turned green. I was at this exact spot on Thursday and the landscape was brown – a bit of rain and sunshine and the grass starts growing. A late spring but nevertheless a natural miracle. Magical Challacombe, magical Dartmoor.
When there is grass – the sheep come – I could have been standing here 900 years ago and seen the same sight. The sheep leave their in-bye (enclosed fields) and head for their summer grazing on the Commons.
Hundreds of sheep passed – Welsh Mountains and Scotch Black faces
Chivied along by two Dartmoor horse riding shepherdesses
Job done for another year (well, at least getting the sheep to the Common).
And right beside the drove are the rhos pastures – Dartmoor’s very, very special wet meadows – the Shire without the Ringwraithes – heaven on earth if you don’t mind wet feet. This is my favourite place on the moor. I have spent hours and hours here over the years – it is truely magical and it never disappoints.
Marsh fritillary – one of our rarest species – I saw 20 today
And small pearl bordered fritillary – also very rare and threatened
A spider on a cotton grass flower head
The exquisite flower of the Bog Bean
What a day – epic – never let anyone tell you Dartmoor is wrecked – it is fabulous and has a history, which you can see today, going back thousands of years.