Back on Dartmoor!
The expanse of valleys and tors, a distant glimmer of the sea.
What a treat!
An ancient stand of oak amidst boulders, moss and lichen.
The call of a cockoo.
Swathes, no, ‘fields’ of cotton grass like I’ve never seen before.
A sheep-free zone and freedom for my dog.
Crossing a water course, getting soaked knee-deep.
A good workout climbing out of the valley.
Buffeted by a sharp wind on top of tors. Time to put on a woolly hat!
Evocative names on the map: Devil’s Tor, Foxholes, Tinner’s Hut, Beardown Tor, Crow Tor…
Torrents cascading over large rocks in a beechwood valley.
Uplifting. Restorative. Magic.