Take a combination of skill, passion and inspiration and you have the ingredients for a talented artist, when that inspiration comes from the Dartmoor landscape, its mysterious legends and places, then you have Rachel Jennings the textile and mixed media artist. In fact the above statement is far too simplistic …

“Granite, a tough composite of quartz, feldspar and mica, is the stuff of Dartmoor, the most formidable of the five granite bosses punctuating Britain’s southwest peninsula. A miserable place of rain and bog or a sunny upland of exquisite natural beauty, here the elements are raw, the sky huge and …

The Dartmoor Pony Born in the dark grey granite dell On a morn of russet chill, Damp heather now will be my bed On this moorland, heath & hill. And when my mother's milk runs dry Tough grass will be my fare. No fancy bran and oats for me I …

As summer approaches and the nights grow longer it is approaching the time when in the secluded combes of Dartmoor the nightly Piskie Revels take place. There amongst the purple heather and the crackling gorse the little folk dance and prance the night away. Often, as the evening breeze floats …

Thomas Parker came of a Devonshire strain ; His habits were simple ; his habit was plain ; A long-skirted coat he was wont to wear, Which gave him rather a rustified air ; Thanks to his wife’s needle, it always look’d neat, Although of a pattern quite obsolete. It …

I have received several emails requesting the entire poem from which on the Dartmoor Piskies page I have taken the quote; ‘Thar be piskies up to Dartmoor’ and after much searching I have found the following. I am unsure as to whether this is the full version or as to …

Beloved old tor, fully fifty summers known To me, though countless storms have o’er thee swept, And lightenings fierce around thy crags have leapt ‘Midst all unscathed, still steadfast thy thrown! Less happy me, the flight of time I moan Its numbering influence hath o’er me crept:- My feet, that …

One of the secret gems of Dartmoor is Peter Tavy Combe which is often overlooked by the rambler: ‘A ramble up Peter Tavy Combe will be fraught with enjoyment. Fine tors crown the heights above it— Staple Tor, Roose Tor, White Tor, and beyond the valley of the Walkham, the …

Although we have never actually met, over the years Paul and myself have had various communications which were mostly on the subject of Dartmoor and letterboxing. Like many of us Dartmoor enthusiasts Paul became acquainted with the place through letterboxing. Having been bitten by the ‘boxing’ bug Paul began to …

To Siward’s Cross. Old Cross, how many summers bright have flown Since first was here up-reared thy sacred form; How many winters hast thou stood alone, And braved the storm. Of those who shaped and fashioned thee with care, From rough block that midst the heather lay, The memory, like …