Dating a welshman

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Some people say that the small oak trees never produce acorns but on the other hand people also say that if you carry an acorn from the Druid’s Grove it will protect from rheumatism.Near to the northern edge of the wood is the ancient Lych Way or ‘Way of the Dead’.

From this diatribe one would possibly get the impression that he found the wood a bit daunting and maybe even a trifle un-nerving.

Nestled on the eastern slopes of the West Dart river stands a wood of dwarf oak trees.

Once you walk into the tangled web of trees you are transported into a mystical world of moss carpeted boulders, lichens of all descript, finger like oak branches, all engulfed in a wonderful smell of earth and age.

It was along this track that the corpses were carried for burial at Lydford.

There have been reports of a ghostly procession of monastic looking men dressed in white habits slowly walking by the oak wood in sombre silence.

Many writers have described the wood as being “the most haunted place on Dartmoor”, others warn that every rocky crevice is filled with writhing adders who spawn their young amidst the moss and leaf strewn tree roots.

Locals will never venture near once the sun begins it slow descent over the nearby granite outcrops for it is when the dark mantle of night draws tight that the heinous denizens of the wood stalk the moor in search of their human victims.

Their whole appearance conveys to you the idea of hoary age in the vegetable world; and on visiting Wistman’s Wood it is impossible to do other than think of those ‘groves in stony places,’ so often mentioned in Scripture as being dedicated to Baa I and Ashtaroth…

Many of the immense masses of granite around and under the trees are covered with a cushion of the thickest and the softest moss; but to sit down upon them would be rather too hazardous; since such a seat might chance to disturb from their comfortable bed a nest of adders that are very apt to shelter in such a covert, and few persons, now-a-days, would feel quite so confident as honest Hannaford in the power and efficacy of the ashen wand to render them innocuous.

In this light she describes a visit to Wistman’s Wood accompanied by a moor farmer as her guide:“…

on the south side, we find a spring of the clearest and the purest water, which Hannaford, the farmer, tells us never fails.

These are a pack of fearful hell hounds who hunt across the moors at night in search of lost souls and unwary traveller’s.