Valley of the Dead.
By Andrew Hide
"Come join us on our walk," they said, a hundred people or more, raise money for the homeless, the needy and the poor. At Jamaica Inn we set our stride, out and over Bodmin moor, I thought we'd climbed forever, as we stood on top of the tor. Then down the other side we went, beyond sight of town and village, no roads, no house, no pillions, no modern man made image. A million years have passed this place, and not a thing has changed, I don't feel I should be here, leaving footprints where it's rained. Do I desicrate this valley, that remains tucked away, are ancient spirits watching me, hoping we will not stay. A hundred people walk this way, and not a thing is said, we all walk in silence, through the valley of the dead.In 1997 I was asked to take part in the Bodmin moor Ten Tors walk, After the first tor we found ourselfs in a valley, which is not usually open to the public, the only sign of human life were circular marks on the hill side, the remains of an Iron age dwelling. And we all walked in silence. Written March 10th, 2002 © on Aug 25 2002 07:51 AM PST, Andrew Hide 0 • 13
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