Anyone taking their holiday in beautiful South Devon might care to know that the road to the lower

ferry at Kingswear has a left turning to "Higher Brownstone"...where there is a small car park marked

by a solitary tree at the start of a metalled track to the River Dart estuary and the ruins of World War

Two gun emplacements - a salutary reminder of dangerous days.  My late sister was stationed there

before she married a young US officer who had been wounded shortly after D-Day.  This re-post is a

summer nod to her memory and a reminder of a walk through some wondefully satisfying scenery.

If you ever get the chance, take the walk "Down By The Mewstone".

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Near Kingswear Town, there stands a tree

That stands alone and waits for me

To take the track back to the sea,

The way down by The Mewstone.

 

Past the beacon in the corn,

Built for every seaman born,

To the works of war forlorn

At bay down by The Mewstone.

 

Above the rocks, beneath the pine,

Lookouts lost in leaf and vine,

Still staring out in dark design,

Decay down by The Mewstone.

 

When life and living make no sense

And all I care for gives offence,

I do not fret but get me hence

To stray down by The Mewstone.

 

And when I walk that winding lane

Towards the sea beyond the grain,

I find my peace of mind again -

And pray down by The Mewstone.

 

The fields my church, the wind my choir,

The sky above a mighty spire

That soars and draws my spirit higher

Each day down by The Mewstone.

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