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To Dartmoor, randomly.

Despite the terrible weather promised inevitably by a British Bank Holiday, I had agreed to meet my mother at Two Bridges.  To Two Bridges we went, therefore, and were greeted, to the joy of the hounds, by the return of blue skies.    And Rosie got some left-over scone while we were drinking tea at the Two Bridges hotel, which pleased her.

I keep forgetting how close Dartmoor is.  I must make the effort to drive the extra 10 minutes or so more often.


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3rd May, 2016 12:09 (UTC)
Oh, that's beautiful! And what fabulous skies.

I hope the wind blew away all the flies, Brythen!
3rd May, 2016 12:21 (UTC)
No flies at all on Dartmoor! Brythen had a great time and pranced merrily around me in happy gormless circles.

Rosie must be always onlead on Dartmoor though, because no matter how wide the land, she can cover it way too fast if she should see a target. And she would!
3rd May, 2016 13:09 (UTC)
I love the folded Brythen, and the hill behind him, which doesn't look as strangely foreign and southern as I expected and would be quite at home in parts of the Lake District, if not Scotland.

Dartmoor is on my list of places to get to one day, but it's a long way away!
3rd May, 2016 22:54 (UTC)
Dartmoor is like an odd little pool of Scotland or Wales, a that has accidentally got dropped into the heart of the Land of the Cream Tea. :-D

No mountains though, alas!
5th May, 2016 08:44 (UTC)
Mountains are overrated - I like my walking to go along and around and about, not UP and DOWN like the grand old duke of york. They're pretty to look at, though.
3rd May, 2016 14:51 (UTC)
Very beautiful!

Since all I know of Dartmoor is "The Hound of the Baskervilles," I consulted Wikipedia:

"Dartmoor is known for its myths and legends. It is reputedly the haunt of pixies, a headless horseman, a mysterious pack of 'spectral hounds', and a large black dog, among others. During the Great Thunderstorm of 1638, the moorland village of Widecombe-in-the-Moor was even said to have been visited by the Devil."

Oh why am I here and not there?
3rd May, 2016 23:00 (UTC)
*Note to self: must acquire large black dog*
5th May, 2016 18:44 (UTC)
Easiest way: buy a black lab and feed it.
4th May, 2016 23:32 (UTC)
15th May, 2016 18:28 (UTC)
We spent the first couple of days of our honeymoon at Two Bridges (in the hotel, obvs; there isn't really anything else there, is there?) A highlight was a particularly fine cream tea, which they had stopped doing when we went back 5 years later. Nice to hear that they have apparently started again, though a second change in the course of the intervening 15 years isn't really surprising! We would like to go back again, but goodness knows when, and whether the cream teas will still be on.

...lest I come across as overly cream-tea-obsessed, the other significant memory is that there were alpacas in the field adjoining the car-park :-)
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