3moors · Personal Series
The Moor
and Me
A lifetime of memories from Dartmoor, Exmoor and Bodmin Moor.
A personal introduction
Over the years I've walked them, cycled across them, camped on them, sailed their rivers and spent countless hours simply wandering without much of a plan.
Some memories are clear. Others have faded around the edges. A few still make me laugh. And one or two still give me a slight shiver when I think about them.
These aren't guidebooks or history lessons. They're simply stories from a lifetime spent exploring the South West. Some are funny. Some are challenging. Some are strange.
All of them happened.
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Tintagel Castle — cliffs, legends, ruins and a very welcome lift back up
My Moor: Coastal Edition
Some places earn their reputation. Tintagel is one of them, not because of the legends, not because of the castle, but because the moment you stand on that headland with the Atlantic all around you and the ruins above your head, you understand exactly why people have been coming here for a very long time.
The Night We Abandoned Devil's Tor
A Dartmoor camping trip that ended with a midnight retreat, a dead cow, thousands of flies and one of the fastest walks off the moor I've ever made.
It was late October, probably 1989 or thereabouts, and we had decided — with what I can only describe as the irrational certainty of youth — that camping near Devil's Tor at dusk was a perfectly reasonable idea.