On Sunday, I felt like I needed to just get up and get out of the house, and decided to drive the long way around from my little village to the nearest town (the quick way is six miles. This was 13 or so). And as I was driving, I thought about the fact that while I mention that I live in South West England pretty regularly, I actually haven't really shown you much of where I live.
I live on Dartmoor National Park, and it is seriously one of my favourite places in the world. Two people have tried to speak negatively about it to me- one, an ex who said on first visiting "It's rather bleak, isn't it!?", and the other, a housemate from uni who tried to tell me that it was a scaled down version of the Peak District- and I got really defensive and quite cross at both of them.
Dartmoor is covered in rocky outcrops known as tors, formed from adamellite (not granite, as another ex pointed out) way back when the whole area was a big mass of lava. In my opinion- it's beautiful. Yes, it can be pretty bleak, but when the sun is shining and the tourists are looking awestruck and squealing at the views, it's hard to hate.
Most of these pictures are of Sharpitor, which is the closest tor to my house. When my head feels too full, one of my favourite things to do is head up there, clamber up to the top, and remember how small and new I am in comparison to everything else. It kind of puts things in perspective.
The one below, however, is of Cox Tor, which is near Tavistock basically the M5. Far too many people climbing up and down it for my liking, though there's a great place next to the car park where we used to fly kites as kids. Cox Tor is kind of jam packed full of memories for me, so it has the opposite effect of Sharpitor, but still, it's fun to head up there every now and then.
Sorry for all the pictures. I couldn't choose...