For the pure joy of living: an early September day on Dartmoor is hard to beat: especially when the damp, early mist has. turned, not to 'a moor drizzle, but to blazing sun; shine. Long before the time fixed for, starting the sheep dog trials, scores of motor-cars had been arriving from all directions across the moor. Just short of Dousland was the venue in a large grass mendow surrounded by the usual high bush-crowned banks. sat, waiting by the meadowside for the. dogs. to begin, to the north a vast expanse of moor lay basking in the. sunlight. Every now and then as the, sun passed behind clouds those wonderful lights and shadows swept from For summit to base, from ige to valley-bottom. In the further distance Rough For, Mis For and Cox! "Tox broke the horizon, the purple tinge in them deepening aw the full glare of sunlight swept across, the heather on their sloping sides. From the watershed beyond one could mark where Cherry brook, Dart, Cowsic, and Walkham rivers wound their way over rocky beds southwards. Closer at hand Leather For, Shops For and the adjacent Reservoir are Landmark" well known to all lovers of the moor.
Round: two sides of the enclosure motor cars were closely drawn up. These had already emptied—their contents into the deep rows of Devon humanity which pressed on the surrounding boundary, The not unpleasing bure-r" of the farmers, their families and farm-hands could bbe heard on all sides. Conversation flourished until the excitement began, A more orderly assembly it would be hard to find.
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