There's nothing quite like the subtle magic of nature - for me, anyway. In a world where we're surrounded evermore by devices and advertisements, it's a gift to be able to step into the unchanged face of nature, that has seen so much and altered so little. Dartmoor is a perfect example. With a peaceful atmosphere, silent except for the whistle of the wind and the greeting of a sheep, it is a perfect escape from everyday city-life. Even better are the small woods that, seen from a distance, appear like little more than a cluster of trees. Once there, however, you step into a world that is all green magic, gnarled branches and mossy rocks. A world of pure beauty - one that is difficult to come by living in the centre of a city. Wistman's Woods is the perfect place to put things into perspective and to appreciate what is out there to discover. Plus the sleepy drive back through the misty fields of Dartmoor isn't too shabby, either. Perhaps the only problem in these summery months is the amount of tourists - hardly more than half a dozen, when I visited, but even the smallest distraction can detract from the wonderful experience of visiting this sweet, little place. Regardless, it's hard to do.
Have a wunderbar week!