Imagine the year is 1925 and it is a dark winters night, the sky is clear and the air is cold, a frost is starting to bite at the whitening verge side. You and your partner are driving along the B3212 between Postbridge and Two bridges after visiting friends in …

‘Such is the situation of the circles called the grey wethers, below Sittaford Tor, in one of the wildest and most solitary parts of the moor. Each of these consisted originally of twenty-five stones, of which nine remain erect in one, and seven in the other: the rest lie half …

It was a late winter’s evening when two monks from Plympton set off to Tavistock Abbey, their mission was to deliver some letters from the prior of Plympton to the Abbot at Tavistock. The journey normally would have seen them safely at the Abbey by dimpsey but on this occasion …

Many years ago in a time that only legend remembers there lived a poor woodcutter. He dwelt in a humble tumbledown cottage in Bovey Tracey, to be exact in Church Street. Although far from being rich the family were content, their only child was all the riches they wanted. Every …

What happened was, that donkey’s years ago on a small farm near Tavistock lived a young girl called Elsa. The poor child’s mother had died when she was a tacker which meant now she had to keep house and help her father around the farm. One night they were sat …

As with most ‘strange events’ that occur on Dartmoor there is normally some kind of explanation as to their happening but every now and again there is one where logic does not apply just like this in 2010: It was a cold Christmas even by Dartmoor standards and especially so …

A long, long time ago there lived in a remote Dartmoor clitter a huge and wily old fox. He knew every nook and cranny of the moors but more to the point he knew where the plumpest rabbits lived and on which farms the juiciest of hens were cooped. One …

Many years ago on the southern tip of Dartmoor lived a farmer, he was considered one of the larger yeomen of the area. One evening as his men were finishing their chores for the day he called his ploughman over. “Moses,” he said, “tomorrow I want you to plough a …

Anybody who watches ‘Little Britain’ will be converse with Vicky Pollard’s well know saying – “don’t give me evos!” which loosely translated is modern parlance for, “don’t give me the evil eye!”. Nothing new here then in fact there is nothing new with the ‘evil eye’ as its tradition goes …

Firstly I would like to thank Pete for taking the time and trouble to email me this story from Princetown. Back in Napoleonic times when the prison ships used to be docked at Plymouth it was general practice to march the French prisoners of war across the moor to Princetown. …