Many, many years ago, in fact it was so long ago this story nearly became lost in the pages of Dartmoor’s folklore, there was a small moorland farm. This farm had just been taken over by the last living moorman of his family. He was a young man with a …

Some people today would consider Dartmoor as being a remote place, after all it is described as the ‘Last Wilderness’. But centuries ago it truly was a remote place with little hamlets and farmsteads scatter across its landscape. Due to its many natural resources such as tin, granite, peat etc …

Back in the days of the Druid’s rule lived king Essrus who was a mighty chieftain of the Dumnonni tribe. His settlement was on the hillside of the lofty ‘Hill of Bards’, this was crowned by two granite masses known as the ‘Bardun tors’. Here it overlooked the ‘Wood of …

Once upon a time in deepest, darkest Dartmoor lived a beautiful woman by the name of Dolly Trebble whose remarkable story now dwells in the realms of local legend. The very fact that Dolly Trebble earned her place in Dartmoor legend is mostly down to the author – Baring Gould …

There is a well known saying, ‘a leopard can’t change its spots‘ and the story of David Davies otherwise known as ‘The Dartmoor Shepherd’ is an excellent endorsement of that adage. David Davies was what could only be described as an habitual criminal and was a resident of Dartmoor Prison. …

Dartmoor is renown for its notorious Dartmoor Prison and it is not surprising that down the centuries such an inhospitable institution has had its fair share of escapes. One tale from the 1850’s illustrates the daring, ingenuity and the lengths that some of the prisoners will go through to escape …

“I’ll be home for Christmas You can count on me Please have snow and mistletoe And presents under the tree.“ Everybody wants to be at home for Christmas where they can relax and enjoy the company of family and friends along with the seasonal food and drink. But for those …

This story takes us back to the days of the English Civil War or to be more precise 1646, to a grand house in the Teign valley called Brimble Farm which today is known as Bramble Farm. Here lived Dr. Thomas Clifford who was a wealthy man with a penchant …

Childe was a wealthy man and a keen hunter, his vast estate was at Plymstock a small village to the south of the moors. Childe was happiest riding the moor alone, come rain or shine he would roam the wastes in search of game. One winters day he had been …

The year is 1922 and the location is the sleepy moorland village of Buckland-in the-Moor. Here life slowly passes by with very little excitement and events outside the moor hold little concern. Imagine then the consternation when suddenly the Northern Ireland troubles were brought alarmingly to this quite remote moorland …