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Braunton
Coordinates: 51°06′36″N 4°09′43″W / 51.11°N 4.162°W / 51.11; -4.162
Braunton is an English village, civil parish, ecclesiastical parish and former manor in North Devon. The village is situated 5 miles (8 km) west of Barnstaple. While not the largest village in England, it is amongst the most populous in Devon with a population at the 2011 census of 7,353 people. There are two electoral wards (East and West). Their joint population at the above census was 8,218. Within the parish is the fertile, low-lying Braunton Great Field, which adjoins the undulating Braunton Burrows, the Core Area in North Devon Biosphere Reserve, the largest psammosere (sand dune system) in England. It confronts the Atlantic Ocean at the west of the parish at the large beach of Saunton Sands, one of the South West's international-standard surfing beaches.
Toponymy
Braunton is derived from the two Old English elements: brōm, meaning broom shrub, and tūn, meaning "farmstead" or "settlement". It thus signifies: "farmstead where broom grows". The name is recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086 as BRANTONE.
Braunton Hundred
The hundred of Braunton was the name of one of thirty two ancient administrative units of Devon, England.
The parishes in the hundred were: Ashford; Barnstaple; Berrynarbor; Bittadon; Bratton Fleming; Braunton; Combe Martin; East Buckland; East Down; Filleigh; Georgeham; Goodleigh; Heanton Punchardon; Ilfracombe; Kentisbury; Lundy; Marwood; Mortehoe; Pilton; Trentishoe; West Buckland and West Down.
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The Wanderer Of Time
by: BaranduinThere was a man who was cursed by the gods
To walk this land forevermore
Never to rest never to find peace
Trapped in this world for an endless journey
Offering his sword to the highest bidder
Fighting for whoever pays the most
No fear in his eyes, he knows he can't die
Taking a life is as easy as breathing
Yet another war to fight
He doesn't feel a thing
He has seen this a thousand times before
His mind is numb
What could a man have done
To so awaken the wrath of the gods?
Never to rest never to find peace
Trapped in this world for an endless journey
Can there be a fate more horrid
Than the curse of immortal life?
Still he wanders the grounds of this dark realm
Never finding a place to call home
Yet another war to fight
He doesn't feel a thing
He has seen this a thousand times before.
His mind is numb
He stands under a crimson sky
Alone as centuries pass by
Offering his sword to the highest bidder
Fighting for whoever pays the most
No fear in his eyes, he knows he can't die
Taking a life is as easy as breathing
There was a time when he picked the wrong side
There was a time when the war was lost
The entire army was crushed down to nothing
Only one man rose from the ashes
He didn't feel a thing
His mind is numb
Imagine a life where no one can stay by your side
What it's like to watch countless of your own children die
He is nothing but an empty shell
Will he ever get to embrace death?
In the shadows he's dwelled for thousands of years
Seen nothing but death
Only when the sun sets for the last time