Bodmin Moor is part of Cornubian Batholith, a large mass of granite rock formed roughly 280 million years ago. Walking across this moorland is a very mystical experience, time sort of dissolves as your body breathes in the lost history folded into the land. The landscape itself is wild, abstract and fierce - big jagged rocks obstructing out of rolling hills, wind tapered trees whispering Celtic myths and legends, miles and miles of bleak appearing landscape that screams history through its many stone circles, mining shafts and quarries. I often feel that when I am there past, present and future merge into this new (true?) rhythm of life. So often we do not experience this because we are obstructed with clock time, work time, city time - a complete over-analysis and obsession with a quasi rational sense of time?