The Complete Dartmoor Pegasus

Well, that’s the first story of the year finished, and very easy it was too: I wrote it on my ‘phone one night when I couldn’t sleep, and then Sarah McIntyre slaved away for hours and hours turning it into twelve beautifully illustrated episodes. You can read the whole thing on her blog (and she’s also written about the pony books she loved as a child, and included many photos of her small equestrian self).

We had a lot of fun coming up with this! Hopefully it won’t be the last we’ll see of Kevin – we’re just taking a breather while we decide what his next adventure should involve.

The Dartmoor Pegasus

I don’t usually like to have my own pictures on display, but this little fat Pegasus which I painted on a bit of Brighton driftwood sometime in the late 1980s has been on the wall of every house I’ve lived in since; it’s above the kitchen door here at Bonehill…

This Christmas I made a clay version of it for Sarah, and when Sarah McIntyre saw it, she thought it would be a good thing to base some drawings on.

So we’ve written a short story together, which will be appearing in installments over the next few weeks: just keep an eye on McIntyre’s blog, or follow @jabberworks on Twitter or Instagram for updates. Here’s the first installment:

My First Walk on Dartmoor

Posting that piece about Dartmoor a few weeks ago reminded me of these old slides, which show my first visit here, in the summer of 1967, when I was about 18 months old. I’m not sure which part of the moor these were taken on, but I know my parents were staying in Plymouth, and were getting around by public transport, so I presume it’s somewhere over on the south west corner.  I don’t remember anything about that holiday, though I remember some of the stuff; my sister inherited the pushchair and the blue quilty anorak, and I think I was still using the grey rucksack when I started college.

For nice images of the moor (and my knees) 47 years on, check out Sarah’s instagrams.

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