March 20, 2014

West is best

We were on Dartmoor at the weekend – my favourite place in the world. Over two long, warm, beautiful spring days we did it all: hiked the moors, climbed tors, crossed the cold, clear Dart on a clapper bridge, saw adders and buzzards and rare lichens, tracked animals by spoor and spraint, filled our pockets with stones (and bones!) and saw the sun set and moon rise together as we walked down, footsore and happy, off the high ground. It was glorious.