Tor bagging on Dartmoor

Lower Leather Tor, Dartmoor

“How about another trip to Dartmoor?” suggested Neil, one of my best friends, during a rare (not even annual) phone call.

Dartmoor has always had a permanent grip on my soul. Every summer when I was a kid, my family and I would head down to Devon for our annual holiday – staying with my grandparents who lived on the edge of Plymouth Hoe. I do not remember many specific trips to Dartmoor exactly, although I am sure there were many, but the brooding mass of moors were ever-present looking down over Plymouth and the surrounding countryside.

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