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Tim Sandles

Tim Sandles is the founder of Legendary Dartmoor
Crock of Gold

Crock of Gold

It was a cold November night and several moormen were huddled around the huge granite fireplace of the old inn. Outside the wind howled down from the high tors and rattled the old aging latch of the inn’s front door. The conversation had drifted from cattle prices to peat stacks …

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Crazywell Pool

“Nature, passing nigh Cramber Tor, where old-time miners delved for tin, has found a great pit, filled the same with sweet water, and transformed all into a thing of beauty. Like a cup in the waste lies Crazywell ; and, at this summer season, a rare pattern of mingled gold …

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Cranmere Pool

Cranmere Pool – “A hundred years ago, this spot, so familiar to every Dartmoor wanderer today, was shunned as a place of evil omen, and not a moorman would willingly have braved the supernatural perils of the place alone.” – Eden Phillpotts, The Master of Merripit Farm. Cranmere Pool or …

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Cowsic River

Cowsic River

High up on the north moor at an altitude of 1,798 feet a small dribble of water issues from the peat at grid reference SX 59367 80473. This small trickle of water will drop down 890 ft  over a course of about 4.6 miles before flowing into the West Dart …

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Cosdon Beacon

Cosdon Beacon

On Cawsand Beacon. Rolling o’er the purple heather, In the glorious Summer weather, Staining lips with whortleberries, Sweet as any figs or cherries. Sipping from the crystal stream, Lying on the banks to dream, Watching skylarks soar above Singing, with them, strains of love.   Gazing over boundless plain, List’ning …

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Combestone Tor

Combestone Area

“A heavy mist enveloped Dartmoor, and from Combestone Tor the great earth ridges swept southerly away all smothered in vapour. Below the broken rock-piles of the tor a steep hill fell sharply, and here nothing but a foxglove or two and a withered white-thorn rose stark against the dim wall …

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Coffin Wood

Coffin Wood

“Now it is that time of night, That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide“. Shakespeare – A Midsummer Night’s Dream Sometimes one can look at a map and see a place-name and wonder what on earth went on in …

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Coffin Stone

Coffin Stone

It was a dark dreary Dartmoor day in which a small funeral procession could be seen slowly making its way up Dartmeet hill. The coffin bearers were beginning to tire. Privately some of them were thinking why on earth they should be struggling up this monster of a hill carrying …

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Cobra, The

Cobra, The

A cobra slithering around on Dartmoor? Is this an effect of global warming? In fact at one time there were 4 cobras to be found on Dartmoor, however today there is only one perfect specimen to be found. But there is no need to worry this particular ‘Cobra’ is perfectly …

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Church Rock

Church Rock

On the hillside above the river Walkham stood the ‘Church Rock’, this huge boulder had stood guard over the old village of the ancients since time began. A local farmer decided that he needed a new byre and so started scouring the rock clitters of Staple tor. Here he found …

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