Moors, Tors, and a Gorge

John and I love going to national parks.  We have been to nearly twenty of them in the U.S. and would love to get to more. When we realized how close we were to Dartmoor, England’s national park in Devon, we had to go there for a few days.

The national parks in England are a lot different than the ones in the United States for reasons that are obvious, if you think about it. England is so much older than the U.S. that most areas, even rural areas, are not without towns that have churches, pubs, homes, village halls, and other amenities of civilized life. Dartmoor N.P. has all of this and other ‘amenities’ we didn’t expect, including a working prison within the park, and many, many acres of open range for horses, cows, and sheep. Dartmoor also has a rich history of influence in the literary world, inspiring writers such as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in his Hound of the Baskervilles and Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot.

Bellever Tor, near where we stayed in Postbridge

We booked a room at a B&B in Postbridge, which is in the dead center of Dartmoor. Postbridge is rural and tiny, even by the standards of Dartmoor and includes one pub, a couple of hotels/B&Bs, a small store, and a national park visitor center. It is famous for its 13th century “Clapper Bridge,” one of the finest remaining bridges of its sort, built to enable pack horses to cross the river.  Postbridge is also the starting point for a nice walk out on the moors to the Belvedere Tor, a walk we enjoyed on our first day in Dartmoor. A tor, we learned, is an outcrop of rock in the middle of a moor.

Clapper Bridge dating to the 14th century, this one in Postbridge famous for being the best preserved of its type
“New” bridge in Postbridge, dating back to the 1780s

Just us and the blue sheep on the moor

On our second day in Dartmoor, we once again found ourselves on the moor (it’s hard to get away from the moor around here). On a beautiful, but drizzly Sunday morning, it was just John, me, and God knows how many blue sheep. That’s right, blue sheep. We later learned that the local free-range sheep are marked with a blotch of color for identification purposes. The dye they use is clearly water-soluble and the sheep have a hip, tie-died look. Nevertheless, we were headed toward Wistman’s Woods, a forest area on the moor that promised a thick woods with moss covered trees and rocks, similar, I hoped to a stretch of one of my favorite hikes in the Great Smoky Mountain National Park, Charlie’s Bunion. These are the woods of fairy tales – you can imagine a leprechaun darting out from behind a tree, or Hansel and Gretel finding their way to the gingerbread hut through woods such as these. We did make it to Wistman’s, accompanied by blue sheep, and it was definitely magical.

Blue sheep (photo taken obscuring his face to protect his privacy)
Magical Wistman’s Woods
Looks like a mythical creature – moose with an elephant’s trunk?

The devil went down to Widecombe, he was lookin’ for a soul to steal…. (apologies to the Charlie Daniels Band)

We moved on to the small town in the park of Widecombe-in-the-Moor, home of St. Pancras Church, also known as the Cathedral in the Moor, built in the 12th century. Most of the churches in these towns have at least one unique feature and, in St. Pancras, it is the carvings in the ceiling of the church, brightly colored and primitive faces of biblical characters.

One of the beautiful carvings on the ceiling of St. Pancras Church, Widecombe-in-the-Moor

There are so many colorful legends in this part of the world.  The legend surrounding a very real lightning strike to St. Pancras church during services in 1638 is especially entertaining:

According to local legend, the thunderstorm was the result of a visit by the devil who had made a pact with a local card player and gambler called either Jan Reynolds or Bobby Read. The deal was that if the devil ever found him asleep in church, he could have his soul. Jan/Bobby was said to have nodded off during the service that day, with his pack of cards in his hand.

The devil headed for Widecombe via the Tavistock Inn, in nearby Poundsgate, where he stopped for directions and refreshment. The landlady reported a visit by a man in black with cloven feet riding a jet black horse. [my favorite part] The stranger ordered a mug of ale, and it hissed as it went down his throat. He finished his drink, put the mug down on the bar where it left a scorch mark, and left some money. After the stranger had ridden away, the landlady picked up the glass and it was hot to the touch. She also found that the coins had turned to dried leaves.

The devil tethered his horse to one of the pinnacles at Widecombe Church, captured the sleeping Jan/Bobby, and rode away into the storm. As they flew over nearby Birch Tor, the four aces from Jan’s/Bobby’s pack of cards fell to the ground, and today, if you stand at Warren House Inn, you can still see four ancient field enclosures, each shaped like the symbols from a pack of cards.

It was thought that the devil caused a lightning strike which did, in fact, hit the church, killed four parishioners, and wounded several others.

Cathedral in the Moor

The Gorge

On our last day in Dartmoor, we visited Brentor Church, which rises 1100 feet above sea level on an extinct volcano, and we also went to Lydford Gorge. The gorge can be hiked in its entirety in about 3 ½ hours, however, on the day we were there this was not advised, as it had rained the night before and there are downward sloping sections of slate that can be very slick. We opted to visit White Lady Falls, which are nearly 100 feet and quite impressive, and then drove the five minutes to the other entrance of the gorge to visit the Devil’s Cauldron. The Devil’s Cauldron is described as a ‘series of whirlpools.’ This description understates the unusual beauty of this place, set here among the moors. What we found was a temperate rainforest area, unexpectedly in the middle of a British landscape, and the most beautiful pools and small waterfalls. It was such a lovely surprise and was absolutely stunning.

Brentor Church, rising from the moor, built on an extinct volcano. No auto access to the top. Brides have been known to don their Wellies, hitch up their wedding gown, and hike to the top on their wedding day
White Lady Falls, the longest falls in Devon
John at the Devil’s Cauldron
Spotted in the East Dart Hotel Pub – the land throughout Dartmoor is owned by the Duke of Cornwall, aka Prince Charles, and the land is leased out for varying periods of time. He sends an annual Christmas card to the lessees

That evening we dined at the East Dart Hotel, a local pub. The proprietor is an outgoing woman who enjoys easy banter with her guests. We had been in before and she recognized us —  she asked us how we had enjoyed our visit to Dartmoor. We told her how impressed we were with Devil’s Cauldron.  She replied that she should probably get down there and see it sometime. Bear in mind that it is only 30 minutes away from where she lives and is an amazingly beautiful place. We had found the same thing in the Cotswolds. Our host in our B&B Peter Webb had not traveled twenty minutes down the road to see so many of the wonderful sights we had enjoyed in our short visit. Of course, this happens everywhere. So many of us don’t ever get around to seeing/doing the things that visitors from other places find so impressive and wonderful.

So, here is my challenge to anyone reading this:  Come up with three things that are within thirty minutes of where you live that you haven’t seen or done, pick one, and promise yourself that, within the next three months, you will see or do that thing. Put it on your calendar!

3 thoughts on “Moors, Tors, and a Gorge

    1. Not as much as you might think, not at all like the popular parks in the U.S. These are more areas of little towns and farms that have a few nice features and walking paths. Maybe it’s like carving out a section of Connecticut and declaring it a national park.

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  1. Dear Sallie – MARTHA LYNN, who reads your blog regularly, says you write well. Not only do you write well, you’ve found your column or blogging style which takes time.

    Leave the farm Wednesday for home via Lafayette to pick up Emerson who broke his arm a week ago in a bicycle wreck.

    As I dropped down a steep hill yesterday, I hit 31 miles an hour. Never lost control tho the asphalt was steaming. I thot, “Time to stop doing wreckless things.”

    It has been brutally hot, tho a little drier than S. La. In shape for fall rides. Need only for fall to arrive./ec

    On Sun, Aug 4, 2019 at 6:49 AM You and Me, Odyssey wrote:

    > Sallie Williams posted: ” John and I love going to national parks. We > have been to nearly twenty of them in the U.S. and would love to get to > more. When we realized how close we were to Dartmoor, England’s national > park in Devon, we had to go there for a few days. The na” >

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