Yes I am writing a novel that is in Anglo Saxon Dartmoor. Here is the beginning. I will put a bit more on every week. It begins in south Dartmoor near present day South Brent.
It was summer when the dusty stranger came up the lane. Brunwaru saw him while milking one their brown-coloured ewes up on the moor and nearly forgot what she was doing. The ewe sensed this and Brunwaru grabbed the wooden pail before her leg knocked it. From where she was the stranger was a shape who moved in and out the shade from the hazel trees on the heavily worn lane. She stood up taking the bucket in one hand. The ewe was already going, calling in her throat to the other sheep on the rough lands. Brunwaru was heading down to the drift-way that left the moor for her home known as Badaworthy, trying…
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