After the craziness that was Christmas, my husband and I had our sights firmly set on our planned trip to Dartmoor last weekend as it promised peace, quiet, log fires and a pub within view of the cottage we were staying at.
Not even the snowfall that blanketed Britain on Thursday night could deter us from making the long journey down to Devon. The BBC’s excellent travel website provided us with all the webcam images and incident updates that we could possibly need to plot our route and, although mildly stressful in parts, we made it there without incident before dark (hats off to the locals in Devon for organising their own snow patrols to keep the narrow lanes clear and villages accessible).
Dartmoor is beautiful and wild at the best of times, but with its fresh cloak of crisp white snow, it was simply stunning. We enjoyed a couple of lovely walks; one followed a river through woodland to the grounds of the grand, but austere, Bovey Castle hotel, and the other took us across hills and through fields of noisy and suspicious sheep. For the rest of the time, the cottage was wonderfully cosy and was the perfect place to hole up and relax.
Thankfully the roads were almost back to normal on the drive back yesterday, and it was gloriously sunny, so we opted to take the scenic route home through Dorset and Wiltshire. We stopped for lunch in Shaftesbury and therefore couldn’t resist the opportunity to take a quick photo of Gold Hill (of Hovis advert fame).
It is always ridiculously picturesque, but was looking really quite amazing in the snow. You’d normally struggle to get a photo without a person in shot but there was no danger of that yesterday. How the locals navigate that street in icy conditions is anyone’s guess as it looked pretty treacherous. The route home took us past Stonehenge too which was looking somewhat tiny from the road, but was being shown off to full effect by the blue skies and surrounding carpet of white.