Out alone on Dartmoor in the wild mid-winter when howling winds from ancient times stirred the limbs and leaves to blow a chorus of thunder through the mighty oaks.
It was great up there!
Out alone on Dartmoor in the wild mid-winter when howling winds from ancient times stirred the limbs and leaves to blow a chorus of thunder through the mighty oaks.
It was great up there!
this very beautiful photograph reminds me of the countryside landscapes of yesteryear, when our ancestors went on the paths through fields
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I have to agree!
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This is utterly beautiful
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