Category: Dartmoor

  • Hameldown, Dartmoor

    Hameldown, Dartmoor

    Last night I decided to return to the great hill of Hameldown, Dartmoor, where a couple of weeks ago I spent a few happy hours walking its full length and back again. I noticed then the colours of the gorse and heather beginning to deepen, but that morning’s light wasn’t the best to accent them.…

  • On the rocks from Bridford

    On the rocks from Bridford

    I’ve grown very fond of the landscape around Bridford, on the eastern boundary of Dartmoor, but it’s been several years since my last visit to Heltor Rock, just west of the village. Until recently, though, I had never visited Blackingstone Rock, a mile to the south of Heltor. A couple of weeks ago I looked…

  • Stay misty for me

    Stay misty for me

    Back in May this year I decided that I needed to hand make a second photobook. It had to be photographed, printed, written, cut, hand stitched and bound by yours truly. (We won’t talk about the first photobook because that was just me practising.) I was keen to make some of Dartmoor’s archaeological artefacts the…

  • Higher Uppacott Dartmoor Longhouse

    Higher Uppacott Dartmoor Longhouse

    Higher Uppacott is a Grade 1 Listed Farm building situated near Poundsgate, Dartmoor. Most people driving on the road up from Ashburton to the Bel Tor car park must have admired it nestled into a tight bend just beyond the Methodist chapel. It has been undergoing conservation work of late, but guided visits have been…

  • Rippon Tor Rifle Range, Dartmoor

    Rippon Tor Rifle Range, Dartmoor

      There are several resources online which will give a proper and informed account of the Rifle Range just south of Rippon Tor on Dartmoor. (See especially the always-readable Legendary Dartmoor site.) This is not such a resource! The range has been a feature at this spot since the early 1940s and the ‘stop butt’ featuring…

  • When the image that means the most means the least to everyone else

    When the image that means the most means the least to everyone else

    Late in May I made the traditional visit to Holwell Lawn on Dartmoor for the usual outrageous display of Bluebells. Most images we all make of the ‘bells were cliches a decade ago, and even more so now, but I still go because just witnessing that sudden dah-daaah moment when they suddenly appear lifts me. They’re all…