Dartington was one of those estates where the church was deemed, at some point, to be in the way of the big house, so most of it was knocked down and a new one was erected on the periphery. Unusually, the tower was left, and this memorial room has been fashioned at the bottom. One wonders what Rawlin Champernowne's long and painful indisposition was - 47 seems a touch young for cancer. An unusual first name, from which I associate to the very roughly contemporary Colonel Rawdon Crawley.
A fine umbrella tree in the stand which has grown up in the grave yard behind the old church tower.
Two thousand years or so worth of yew tree. In quite good shape considering.
Possibly a mutant umbrella tree.
A more regular tree.
A twisted beech on the way to the river. Lots of old trees, but also lots of planting. The gardeners are clearly thinking of the succession. With some of the deer fences around young trees looking very expensive.
A peaceful looking Dart, this despite all the rain in recent weeks. Note the caravan - one of a number scattered about the area, some on the wider verges to be found at road junctions, some looking very established. Perhaps out in the country the council can afford to be more easy going about such things.
The Dart looking very peaceful. late this winter afternoon.
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