Dartmoor is a sacred, magical place. You find a truer side of your self there.
It's hard to work out where to start with this one: a British summer, silly accommodation, bog snorkelling, floating skulls, crunchy bits or Kung Fu....
The plan was to take advantage of the August weather and head off to Dartmoor to give Jack his first experience of wild camping (as opposed to that highly sanitised, squeaky clean camp site camping with toilets) so Jack, Tav and Dave H set off down a stop-start M5 on a Friday afternoon to the northern edge of Dartmoor. The weather forecast was dodgy...
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