Summer has flamin' flown by and though i'm refusing to believe it's over, I did contemplate making a fire last night. Although Dartmoor has a reputation for windswept horizontal rain and dark mists (perfect for a night by the woodburner), I thought i'd push the stereotypes by reminiscing on a gorgeous summer day stomp out on the moor a few weeks back.
We drove the windy road out to the middle of Dartmoor from Exeter (don't forget the carsick bag) to the babbling brooks of Bellever... a nice enough spot. NICE. Preened. So much so that anyone would forget about the wild moor up top. Not us though - we set out to conquer the windswept terrain, and clambered up to enjoy our home made sarnies overlooking... well... absolutely nothing. This is the beauty of course - just us four, a few wild ponies and a can of festival cider.
It seems that nobody else was too bothered about about the wilderness, and after the novelty of isolation had warn off (and the wind picked up), we headed back down the sheltered stream. Now wild ponies are not your standard find, and we couldn't leave without at least trying to tame a few of the beasts - "you'll never get within a mile of them" I proclaimed pompously, to which Caroline whipped out a packet of leftover picnic pink wafers (pre-purchased from Aldi) and began shaking them around coo cooing the 'wild' horses. Much to my delight, the majority took a sniff and cantered off to the tasty green pastures.
But.... there's always one isn't there (if there were pink wafers around when God created the universe, Eve would have been munching away without a care in the world!), and this curious little man couldn't resist the pink sugar high.
And so we left - leaving pink wafers and taking photographic evidence that we may well be responsible for bringing 'my little pony' to life someday.
