Down in this valley, amongst the trees, is the West Dart. Not long after this point the West Dart joins with the East Dart to form the River Dart, from which Dartmoor gets its name. This weekend we camped on a green field down amongst those trees. It was a glorious weekend and we spent hours swimming, catching fish and tadpoles, swinging on the rope swing and bouncing down the rapids. In the evenings we wrapped ourselves up in big jumpers and supped from mugs of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows. It was the sort of weekend children’s adventure stories are made from; full of freedom, fresh air, and laughter. The thing they never mention in the adventure stories is the plethora of camping equipment we now have to work out how to tessellate back into the loft!
Tessellation is fascinating………… but I’d rather draw it than tessellate camping equipment. Sounds like you had a wonderful time – just what I used to read about with Arthur Ransome & the like.