A Thousand Miles of History XXXXII: An unexpected encounter…

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

We took to the backroads again, nodding to Drake’s statue as we passed through Tavistock once more and climbing up towards Dartmoor. On our way south, the mists had closed around us completely and we ha seen little more of their wild beauty that the first few yards and the tarmac in front of the car. This time, the skies were clear, and the few miles over the moor looked like taking a while as I could not resist stopping at almost every possible place.

Dartmoor is an ancient and unspoiled landscape. Once, long, long ago, it was forested, but our early ancestors began creating clearings to attract game. That worked so well they no longer needed to follow the herds, but settled down, forming the communities that left behind them a landscape rich in archaeology. A landscape we would not have time to explore on this trip, sadly.

Rocky…

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