The Bodmin moors, lair of the Beast of Bodmin. The story of a mythical wildcat that stalks the moors is of course yet another layer of myth and legend for an area that seems to have more than its fair share of stories. It's hardly surprising I suppose considering the number of ancient sites spread across the moors. Stone circles, burial chambers, ancient cairns, standing stones, abandoned villages and homesteads, all hidden in every fold of the landscape.
The weather too plays its part. Walk these moors in the dark as a heavy mist settles around you and it is easy to understand the folklore that surrounds the area.
Take this morning for example. As I make my way across the top of Stowe's Hill, strange rock formations come and go as the mist swirls around its rocky Tors. The normal sounds of cows, horses and sheep floating up from the lower ground sound muffled and surreal, but the most poignant sound for me, and one I will now always associate with the area is that of the Raven.
While waiting for the mist to clear I listen to two calling to each other less than twenty metres away. I cannot see them, but can't resist calling across to them "Oy quiet". They do indeed go quiet, but only a few seconds later I hear the rustle of feathers as they fly above me to investigate the mad man talking to them in the mist.
These moors do that to you, especially when you are on your own. "Going Bodmin or Gone Bodmin" is a phrase used to describe anyone who is just a little odd - not quite barmy mind - just a bit different. It seems a fair label for a photographer sitting on a hilltop at sunrise talking to Ravens don't you think.
|The Cheesewring Stones as the Mist Sinks Back into the Valley. The Cheesewring gets its name as it looks similar to the Cheeses used during the pressing in cider production.|
|One of several Rocky Tors on Stowe's Hill|
|Caradon Hill with its TV masts from Stowe's Hill|
|Stone Pinnacle and the Cheesewring.|
|Weathered top of one of the summit tors. - the mist all but gone now on the west side of the hill.|
|The light around sunrise truly is transient and within half an hour the sun was far too harsh. A further half-hour all this mist had lifted into high cloud.|
Text/images copyright David Forster www.bluestoneimages.com