High up on the moor between Rough tor and Lower White tor is probably one of the most desolate spots on the moor. Today all you can see is a boggy tract of land where the cotton grass waves in the wind like a multitude of rabbits tails. In summer there is the occasional spire of pink as the cow flops (fox gloves) briefly blossom. Cows and sheep graze on the lusher patches of grass which lie on the boggy edge of the mire. But on the edge of the morass are the forlorn remnants of human habitation in the form of the ruins of a small house. This is what is left of Browne's House, the actual bog is now called Browne's House Bog and come rain or shine there is always a sombre feel to the place. Nearly two hundred years ago lived a man called Browne, one account describes him as an "ungainly morose man," and that came from a Reverend of the area. Somehow Browne met a beautiful woman and it was not long before they were married. Amongst his other attributes was that of jealousy and wo betide any man that should even glance at his new wife. As time went by his jealousy grew almost into an obsession. Probably he realised how fortunate he was and was going to make sure that temptation was put out of harms way. To this end he chose one of the most remote areas of the moor and built a small farm. Even the locals were amazed, it was said that the farm was that secluded that only the occasional shepherd, rushcutter or fisherman would ever pass by and that was on a fine day. One can only imagine how his wife felt because from the day they moved to the farm very little was seen or heard of her. She must have led a lonely and miserable life if the location of the farm and the nature of the farmer are taken into account. And there the story ends because nobody seems to know what became of Browne and his pretty wife, clearly a case of 'out of sight, out of mind'. it is not easy to cross the bog either, you can't see the ruin in my Pic.its only a pile of grass covered stones now,