Ditsworthy Again

Hesitantly we trace the barbed perimeter

Stepping around the black earth

Avoiding the sinking depths

Establishing ourselves on Edwards Path.

North of Gutter Tor

Above the mire

The path bends east and south

Converging with a blasted track

To meet up at Warren House.

Round the rise of Eastern Tor

Leaping across the stream

Emerging from Drizzle Comb

And on to the slope

Where the diverging lines appear.

Nervously the landscape reveals its secrets

Shy at first

Perhaps embarrassed at what they did

But strengthening

Proud of her achievements

Giving the topographic gifts

To the ancient stone splitters.