Words from "I saw a Cuckcoo"  Phase 4: The Good Earth  by Darkships due for release early 2016.

As I sauntered towards Sharp tor, I remembered previous springs, walks over the Moor from Minions to Stow Hill; the old quarry railway. looking towards the East, linkinhorn and Dartmoor on the skyline 30 miles distant. Cuckoo call in the regenerated woodland succession on the lower flanks of Stowe hill towards Henwood. The primary woodland managed by man and a cooling climate reducing its range and recovery. Working the earth, taking copper from the earth for 1000s of years. Into the Earth, journey to the womb, status and eventually commerce.

The landscape has been scarred by the activity of man. Amazingly, there are still intact features dating back 4000 years in this heavy industrial landscape. But now, on the 23rd of may, I’d as of yet heard no cuckoo. In earlier years. I had heard the Cuckoo as early atree backlite 1s the 3rd week of April.

On the south side of Sharp Tor, with this though fresh in my mind I ambled, camera in hand, looking for faces in the stone. I had stopped to take pictures of a drystone wall that marked the enclosed upper limit of livestock containment. The wall had more gaps than stones. After this wall, moor land proper. It was then, as if answering my enquiry,  I heard the cuckoo. I turned up hill, 200 yards distant, I saw its outline. Perched on the highest point of a skeleton tree.

Residual memory brings the woodland bird back to where there is no longer a forest.

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