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I sit in the car awaiting developments: Jim is on the last stretch from Exeter, Paul is due a little later. The rest of my flask of tea is sipped while the car doors are pressed into service as a makeshift clothes horse - a mishap with my Camelbak having dumped 3 litres of water … Continue reading A Camp above Belstone
There's a nasty rumour making the rounds that I like bagging Dartmoor tors from the comfort of the car - so much so that tors very close to a road have been dubbed "hillplodder tors". Obviously there is no truth in this vile accusation at all. But I have been known to visit tors requiring … Continue reading A spot of Dartmoor “Carbagging”