A love letter to Dartmoor

Dartmoor is without doubt one of my favourite places. No matter the time of year it never fails to take my breath away. Its unapologetically wild and rugged with its vast stretches of open plains, stretching out as far as the eye can see. Sometimes blanked in a thick theatric mist, sometimes basking in golden sunlight. But always remarkable. 

In stark contrast to the moors, its ancient woodlands present a much softer side. Offering sheltered moments of peace and tranquility alongside a complex network of waterways. In constant movement, the streams and rivers trickle, roll and lap their way past vast generations of moss capped trees. 

Dartmoor has the ability to hit reset, to focus you on the moment. On the abundance of yellow Gorse adorning the moors, on the gentle movement of the wild ponies roaming free, on the bleach blonde grasses swaying in the breeze.  Its harsh yet soft, epic yet familiar, desolate yet plentiful.  Filled with stories both shared and untold.