View from a shady woodland path, a bright sunlit afternoon, but from here it’s day for night.
April 2013. A memorial on Dartmoor to a Royal Air Force bomber which crashed here in 1941.
There are a few of these posts scattered over the same area: I’m told they were put here during the war to prevent enemy planes from landing.
Jay’s Grave: an eighteenth century suicide, a girl ruined by a local squire. Fresh flowers appear here every few days, something of a local legend. Whoever places them there is brushing up their act with picturesque daffodils in a glass jar. I always remember it usually being an old margarine tub with a few wilted polyanthus chucked in. Not the most uplifting captions are they? But the sun’s shining like I promised. At least I didn’t get in the bit about the friendly community burying the poor girl at a crossroads so that her doomed soul wouldn’t be able to find its way home.
Countryside Commission voiceovers can audition here…
The lightning tree.
Blah blah golden host blah wandering etc., etc.
Woodcuts by David Gentleman from Saint George and the Dragon – a mummer’s play by John Langstaff, published in 1973 in the United States and Canada. It contains the script of a typical mummer’s play which explores the death of Winter through the symbolic figure of Saint George:
First comes Christmas,
Then comes Spring.
Like Winter I must die,
Then to life again in Spring!
The Hobby Horse (above) ‘a symbolic life-giving figure’. A sprig of holly from the Hobby Horse restores Saint George to life.
Room (above), the presenter of the play, decked in paper ribbons with ‘a noisemaker’.
Jonny Jack (above) carries his family on his back – his role is to sweep the area of the performance. I was hoping for a convoluted fairy tale to explain this image, so a little disappointed by the explanation of his character… some investigation probably worthwhile!