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Sun going down over Totnes and the river Dart as seen from Windwhistle. We had names for all of the fields. This one was “Pine Berg Fortress” and the next field over (out of sight to the right) was “Bull’s Head” after the shape of a tree stump in the middle of the field.

We invented fantastic stories about these ruins. Who lived here? Smugglers? What did they smuggle? How did they get their contraband up the river?

Just to the right of the ruins is a hole in the ground covered by a stone slab. We never could figure out what the space was used for but we were sure that there was treasure buried somewhere nearby.

The poor pine tree was living when we would go there.  Maybe it died naturally or was hit by lightning.  Who knows.

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