Dartmoor

Just back from Dartmoor, with a greater understanding of the word 'tor', a sense of the England from stories and a deep seated mistrust of the merchant navy. Actually not true but it is beautiful down there. I can't get enough of the misty bleak moors that force you to feel a least a little bit of melancholy. So heres to lakes appearing from behind a veil of mist, stumbling upon little village squares with pubs and people driving land rovers that actually need them. Oh and wearing welly boots...