|View from the top of Hound Tor, with the remains of the medieval village in the valley|
|Where we were in the park, Hound Tor, Widecombe and Princetown|
|Jackdaws were calling and on the lookout for any food dropped by walkers|
I have always been a bit of a bird enthusiast and the quiet whisper of the breeze was interspersed with the calls from Buzzards, Sky Larks and Jackdaws.
|Hay Tor on the horizon|
|The view looking towards the south coast|
Dartmoor is a great place to come and get centred. The stunningly beautiful Devon countryside, fresh air and wide open space is positively uplifting and I never tire of its splendour.
|A buzzard on the wing left above the rocks on the lookout for rabbits|
The 13th century village was excavated in 1960 and is thought to have been a settlement dating back to the bronze age.
|This looks like the floor plan for a typical Devon Longhouse, home to a family and their animals|
|The mosses and lichen on Dartmoor are beautiful and delicate|
|Sir Arthur Conan Doyle would easily have found inspiration walking round here|
|The walk back from the village up to Hound Tor|
|A victim of the "Beast of Dartmoor perhaps?|
After grabbing a hot mug of tea at the trailer in the car park we headed off to Princetown and a view of Dartmoor Prison, which has a long history of housing some of Britain's most dangerous criminals, and serving as a holding centre for prisoners of war during the Napoleonic period, with French and American prisoners being held with little hope of escape across the open moor.
|French Prisoners of war being transported across the moors on the 24th May 1809 - E.P Coles|
On route we paid our respects to Jay's grave, the grave site of Kitty Jay, who after a tragic life (It's the rich what gets the pleasure, it's the poor what gets the blame, as the old music hall song goes) committed suicide and thus not being able to be buried in hallowed ground lies in a simple grave beside the road. Flowers are said to be laid daily on the grave, by person or persons unknown.
|Flowers and stones in the shape of a heart bedeck Jay's Grave|
We finished our day with dinner at the Old Inn at Widecombe on the Moor and after all that fresh air I slept like a log.