It has never hugged a mossy rock? It really is about time you did

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Some cows in the field next to my house my toes licked a few weeks ago. I try it go to your head or changed me not to let as a person. I've seen chatting walkers and their dogs indiscriminately in the past month she won, so I doubt it's staff. "That's nothing," my father recently reminded me. "Remember the time I had a nap and woke up a field with a cow lick your face?, I kiss only your mother, but it was a cow licking your face." But the incident made me feel special – but these two dozen heifers have progressed in adolescent curiosity at the end of carefree youth. "It was just, like, so in early May," they seem to say now facing. "We have moved. Grass is what we are today."

Step, these cows in the most direct way from my house on the River Dart. On a hot day, I sometimes barefoot, partly because I like to pretend I live in a utopia Californian flower-child in 1960, but mainly because since I was seven and I spent an entire summer barefoot plants feet canvas.

This stretch of the dart, not far after it achieved Dartmoor and begins to expand, can can idyllic funny. In the last hot day, I went through a meadow of water and counted 17 people to read books, it turns out, is actually the record for the most people, the books read in any UK bank outside a college campus in 1983 . A little further up the road towards the village of Staverton, a group of students came screeching received pronunciation and thwacked the other naked torso with towels. I turned around, only to find out that he did not migrate in the filming of a BBC adaptation of a mid-term review of Evelyn Waugh's novel, but I did not see any camera.

Three months after arriving in Norfolk muddy rivers, running, granite clearly fed the Dart is still a revelation to me. Think of it as a calming presence, but has a dark, stormy side. Even in the quiet section near my house, uprooted pine huge overhanging banks, to remember the power of Dartside climate. Just two months ago, much of this cowfield my favorites was under water. Read Darts recently, Alice Oswald, a 48-page prose-poem in which Oswald worked, working in the oral histories of people and play in the river collected. It is a powerful and mysterious book, sometimes choppy violent with an undertone that also introduced me to the legend of Jan Coo, the spirit of Dart: an old folk tale was about a cowboy on a farm in Dartmoor who went river by a ghostly voice .

I've done more than a hundred miles on foot in the past two months, but I wanted to explore the abandoned river spectral limits, so that last week I went to Dartmoor with my musician friends Mary Epworth and Will Twynham. I had an ulterior motive: Inspired by the folk tales of the countryside of eastern England, Mary and I wrote one of my favorite songs of recent years, the widespread mystical stomp Black Doe, and I had hoped that the Dartmoor could go get your creative juices .

Wood Wistman, a patch of incredibly high altitude atmospheric dwarf oaks and messed up rock near the source of the West Dart: till 18:00 clock we had reached our destination. Here it was just us, a cuckoo whistle and near water. After a short time, even a nice little scared by isolation and walked back towards Plymouth.

, Wooden Wistman – I had Ralph, the co-owner of Paper Moon, the occult shop and art cards in Totnes (cats do not co-own stores, unless they are not my cat Bagpuss Ralph) has been told one of the places reported in Dartmoor with more fairie sightings. It is also associated with the Wild Hunt, a ghostly group of riders and dogs across the sky and the terrible events to announce. You see how popular legends survive so well in places like this: there is no sign of modern cynical world view to reduce. That, and the fact that wood Wistman seems like the kind of place where a tree could eat.

Lichen here is the most beautiful, can be seen in the UK: tinsel hangs like folk. I mean Mossy Pop boulderand give a favorite hug. It is a little known fact that the mossy rocks are to embrace the fourth best things in the world, according to a loved one, a big friendly dog ??and Brian Blessed. Of course, there are a lot of people who say, cynically, hugging a mossy rock is wrong, but these are usually people who have never hugged a mossy rock and just listened to others who never embraced Moss covers songs mocking people hugging mossy rocks, decided without thinking, to join

Our route curves behind Longaford Gate and the River. The Dart is quite narrow at this point and I recognize the possibility of a rock formation that there are three of us to get to the other side. I have some test jumps through a few, and splash some water on my face. "They are a bit like a goat, is not it?" Will says. I feel my front teeth with shyness, but I think I can see what he's doing: I have to go to robust I've done. Successfully crossed the river and climbed above the water through a pine forest, which is one of Tolkien, and two rural parts of the Czech Republic, the picnic is three potential Stegasaurus parties.

"I wondered where all of you would have," says my friend when we get home. "And you have a bead in her hair." Hair Mary and Will, now looks fantastic. This is because they are musicians. I look through them and trying to figure out if a song arises in your mind. Maybe it was the seed of something at that time, where I looking for the best steps left:., A new chapter in the Legend January Coo, are recorded in verse A stupid man sees something wild, known for his enthusiasm for the cows. On a walk through the moors near dusk, which runs seduced by his colleagues out of the way and out of sight, by the call of the river – "Coo Coo Jan Jan" – and want to find a rocky area to the errors from to wash the hair. Seeing his friends, but he has disappeared, absorbed by the dark run, never to return.

• Tom Cox's latest book The Good, the Bad and the Furry Little Brown published. Follow Tom on Twitter at twitter.com / cox_tom.

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