I have been absent for a few days and now feel strangely nervous about writing this post..
Not that I have forgotten how to prattle on about this and that.. I do, however, feel as if I have left a party and now I am hoping to slip in quietly by the back door and hope that no-one has noticed that I just nipped out for a little fresh air.
I have been away to a little piece of heaven.. a place that holds great significance for me, has immense beauty and is my sanctuary.. and much as I would like to keep it to myself, I would dearly love to share this magical place with you as it really is nature at it's best!
When I was a child I would regularly travel with my family to Cornwall for the annual pilgrimage to the coast for the summer hols.. We would cross Dartmoor many times on these journeys and I had a strange love/hate feelings about the place.. I found it slightly menacing and strangely beautiful too.. The fear came from Dartmoor Prison which still exists today and is an imposing and bleak Victorian monument that dominates the area of Princetown. My imagination would run riot as we drove past this sinister building and I would conjure up the dark elements that lived within it's towering walls..
That was then and many years have passed ... now my overriding emotions of Dartmoor are ones of great admiration and a love of the raw beauty of the place. It still has elements of bleakness for me but the area that I have fallen for hook, line and sinker is the north east corner of the moor and an area around the much loved village of Drewsteington.
It is here that we escaped for a few days and met kindly folk and shared laughs and friendship with the delightful host of the B + B in the village.. The Old Inn.
On arriving in the village we soon headed off on our favourite walk along the River Teign at Fingle Bridge.. an area of outstanding beauty owned by The National Trust. We had the whole river walk to ourselves for at least an hour before we saw other walkers along the way..
It is a place I will return to time after time as with each season it brings new colours, sounds and sights of flora and fauna... It really is my little piece of heaven on earth.
Now we are home.. there is the inevitable mountain of washing and ironing to catch up with.. and some Cowboys & Custard product orders to be met.. so it's a different pace altogether this week though my memories of our escape to Devon are close to my heart.
I hope all is well with you and I will endeavour to catch up with all your news soon. XX
Sunday, 13 April 2008
Posted by Cowboys and Custard Mercantile at 12:13 pm