Hey great story Scott, here's one from another;
I was with some friends in Dartmoor (my favourite place in the world as it happens) many years ago, a village called Buckland in the Moor, surrounded by the most beautiful wooded combes and blue skies. I went trotting on ahead down the lane (all the woods were closed off unless you were a 'permit' holder??!!??which freaked me out more than a little), and as I rounded a bend and looked down towards the river, I saw a fleeting glimpse of a woman, all in white, she seemed to be beckoning. I still don't know if I imagined it or not. Later that day spent time with the coolest guy there discussing the book he had written and had published regarding Yew Trees, andd their sacred mythology/symbolism. Dartmoor, there is more there than are dreamed of in all of our philosophies?
Thanks for the memories Scott7,
Morfe
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