Outer Pupers |
Significant snowfall the day before and into the evening meant that Dartmoor, or at least this southern part, was white. Those who know me know that I adore the white stuff but I appreciate that it is like marmite, with some people quite rightly preferring to stay indoors in the warm.
Cold it may have been but with four layers on and a hat, I was good to go. Whenever snow hits Dartmoor one must act responsibly to avoid becoming a 'snow tourist', someone who typically visits Dartmoor when it has snowed and causes havoc for those who live and work there by parking irresponsibly and not knowing the limits of their vehicle. Therefore I stayed well off the popular areas and refused to drive across the moor itself. Instead I drove up the lane to Cross Furzes, above Buckfastleigh, which is local(ish) to me and close to the high moor without putting myself at risk.