Late last summer I visited Swell Tor with a friend I often share Dartmoor time with.
He doesn’t always throw rope at me, but it often happens on our adventures. This particular day we had planned to tie in a neighbouring quarry, but it was so busy there it wasn’t feasible. Luckily Swell Tor quarry is a literal hop, skip and jump away but is completely undisturbed. Well, it was on this glorious August bank holiday weekend. We spent a couple of hours up there, me naked but for the bonds.
It feels like a lifetime since he captured this moment.
Yes, I was tightly bound, but the view captured my focus and I drifted into my little rope bubble. When he released my hair I lay face down in the afternoon sun, discarded rope laying across my back. Relaxing into the earth with my eyes closed I was able to inhale the scent quite unlike any other piece of ground I have ever inhaled. Pure and unadulterated green, creating neural networks in my hazy spaced out brain.
With it my heart swelled to match the location.
It is that memory that I have returned to during lockdown when I have been unable to visit my sanctuary. And now, as restrictions are easing, I am beginning to let myself think about the next time I may find myself naked and tied on a deserted Tor, with a wonderful friend and his camera.