It’s been a while since I spent time on Dartmoor. I’m not sure why as I’ve always very much enjoyed the different scale and challenges of the moor compared to the more dramatic upland areas where I have typically spent my leisure time. Anyway, with a few days spare, and slightly misbehaving knees to mollify, I decided on the gentler gradients of the north moor.
Which is how – on a mid-to-late Thursday afternoon in early July – I came to be leaving the car at Belstone and heading out through the village and onto the path towards Taw Marsh. I had no particular plan in mind: just a few potential campsites marked in Viewranger from previous visits, and an intention to join some of the dots in a configuration to suit the weather, my knees and general fitness level.