We like driving up to Dartmoor even if it’s a bit of a drive from where we live in Cornwall. On a whim, one late January on a weekend, we decided to drive to Dartmoor and was pleasantly surprised to find it covered in snow. Little T and her friend had a lovely day building snow men and having snow fights. It was just absolute bliss.
And I’m glad we were able to do that again over the summer break. And just like before, we were in for another lovely surprise.
Dartmoor in all its glory, on a beautiful summer day.
Little T ready to go on a little hike.
From afar, I spied a little river running through the moor.
We came across this little stream and T decided to have a dip in the water and after more walking, we hopped in our car to drive some more.
And then we saw a cluster of medieval looking stones, but it wasn’t the stones that caught my eye. Can you see? The famous Dartmoor ponies! The husband quickly parked the car and T and I went out to look at the ponies.
She wanted to come closer, but those two horses looked like they were having a tender moment, I told her we shouldn’t disturb them. She said “Are they getting married mum?” Kids, where do they get these ideas?
After watching them from afar, we went back to the car and moved along. I’m wondering, why are they called ponies when some of them are obviously fully grown?
“It’s time to go to search for that pub!” The husband announced. Friends of ours mentioned that there was a lovely one just in the moor and he was on a mission. Did we find the pub, no. But we found another lovely one and had a good lunch.
Have you seen the Dartmoor ponies?