Tuesday 24th August
Day 125
After our picnic and the rainstorm, we follow spacious grass paths between swathes of silver birch trees planted in circles and couplets, quartets and avenues. Nearly forty years ago a man travelled the world in search of wild birch tree seeds. He carried them back to a triangular field on the edge of Dartmoor - and created The Mythic Garden.
Under the shade of the trees’ tiny filigree leaves and peeling skin bark - creamy white, bronze and rose gold - artists have placed their sculptures of rounded stone figures, giant pots, chickens and owls, toads and feathers cast in steel or clay. Each one at home, at peace, in this magical space where the breeze blows between them and spiders climb their curves.
This arboretum, these sculptures all started from someone's wild seed imagination. A gift to us who walked there today.
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