At the Moor
Wanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisper
In the stillness of the moor. In the gray sky
A flock of wild birds follows;
Slanting over gloomy waters.
Turmoil. In decayed hut
The spirit of putrescence flutters with black wings.
Crippled birches in the autumn wind.
Evening in deserted tavern. The way home is scented all around
By the soft gloom of grazing herds;
Apparition of the night; toads plunge from brown waters.”
― Georg Trakl
Wanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisper
In the stillness of the moor. In the gray sky
A flock of wild birds follows;
Slanting over gloomy waters.
Turmoil. In decayed hut
The spirit of putrescence flutters with black wings.
Crippled birches in the autumn wind.
Evening in deserted tavern. The way home is scented all around
By the soft gloom of grazing herds;
Apparition of the night; toads plunge from brown waters.”
― Georg Trakl
We went to the common pick up mushrooms. Unfortunately the mushroom was not but I found a beautiful heather. Great view of nature. We could relax walking among the moors.
The Common has a wide range of habitats,animals and plants.There are three marked trails,yellow,orange and red and a team of experienced guides to show people around
The land has been occupied since the Bronze Age
— it features ancient burial mounds which have been dated to this
period. It has been used as common land by many generations over the
centuries — particularly for grazing, turf-cutting and, during the 16th
and 17th centuries, for iron workings.
Witley Common again proved useful during the first and second World Wars when the land was used by the army as a training camp (Witley Camp) with up to 20,000 soldiers based there at one point. In the late 1940s, it was gradually restored to its pre-war condition.
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