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A Sunday Drive Through Bleak & Beautiful Dartmoor, England - Little Observationist
Dartmoor National Park, in England’s West Country, could be the setting of a fairy tale. As we drove over the cattle grates that mark the edges of these 368 square miles of shadowy hills and rugged terrain, I thought back to some of my favorite childhood memories, the magic of the moors. I remember sticking my arm out the window of our parked car to offer an apple to one of the curious pot-bellied wild ponies with its wind-swept mane, deep black eyes and wet nose. On a visit this winter with Jorge and my parents, the famous ponies seemed to be in hiding. We did see the sheep with their sides spray-painted in different colours to mark ownership. I remember walking over the narrow Clapper Bridge that still stands in Postbridge since the 13th Century. It was built so that the horses could cross the East Dart River on these slabs of granite to carry tin into nearby Tavistock. There are no railings, so it’s fun to cross. We did the same this time around, dodging muddy puddles along the banks. I remember climbing up the grassy mound and into the nooks and crannies of the medieval courtroom and …