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High ground springtime — 2 Comments

  1. While I didn’t know Dartmoor I did a farmhouse on the northern slope of Slievenamon. I can truly sympathise with you about the cold-cold that enters the bones of an ill child. I don’t know what was going on back then. Was it that country GP’s didn’t know the connections with some foods and asthma. I know in Ireland there was a strong financial aspect to it. Whipping out tonsils was a nice little earner. And one that provided a superficial relief as the obvious ‘child can’t breathe’ would be gone. But the underlying trouble simply shifts down to the lung.
    Where I want to get to soon is the place Ted Hughes is lain.
    Looking at the map, you can get lots nearer on the moor via the roads than any of the other NP’s. Sally Gap, kinda.

  2. Our school was a strange piece of social engineering, the £2,000 p.a. fees being paid by county councils. The regime for boys on Dartmoor was very austere, whilst the girls enjoyed a much more benign regime in the picturesque surroundings of the seaside town of Teignmouth.

    The Dartmoor road map is deceptive, roads might be designated with a “B” classification but be no wider than an Irish boreen. The existence of the roads probably owes more to the mineral-extracting activities in past centuries than the facilitation of motor transport – even my little Peugeot 207 finds it tight to pass an oncoming vehicle.

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