Dartmoor – Treading Tors
Today was a day for getting right out there in the middle of Dartmoor. Out on foot, in the open space, Up and away from all surrounded by nothing but beautiful landscape. I absolutely loved it.
My starting point was a very little place called Postbridge. It may be small but the amount of visitors there soon became apparent. Located here just off the road on the river is one of dartmoors more famous clapper bridges. A simple but magnificent bride. It is thought to date all the way back to the 12th – 14th century. Surviving floods, use and weather all down the centuries and still standing.
But then, off on the trail. Dartmoor is populated by many many Tors (what they call hills here). Everywhere you look you can see their tops inviting you in. I headed straight to the top of the nearest to where I was first, smack in the middle of the park. Bellever Tor.
The view I got from the top was incredible. All the way round, pure landscape, peaceful and scerene. I sat for a while to soak it up.
I then went wandering from Tor to Tor and apart from a couple of sets of hikers passing by it was me, the wilderness and a joy on the eyes. Everywhere I looked became inviting, trails leading in all directions.
It is obvious I need/want to come back another time for even longer to fulfil what I now know and see. I would enjoy immensely exploring every mile here.