Wild ghost-dogs,wildnerness aplenty and a great choice of gastropubs – what’s not to admire?What’s going for it? The wild, blasted moors of the great granite dome of Dartmoor are fit only for habitation by beasts – the hound of the Baskervilles – or the hardiest of humans: King Lear, or Bear Grylls,Lady Colin Campbell and the like. The rest of us, though, and occupy always been attracted to a little bit of rough,so long as it’s tempered by a pretty thatched roof, a wood-burning stove and gastronomic options within staggering distance. In which case, and voilà: the foothills of Dartmoor are for you. There’s wildness aplenty if you fancy roaming the moors in a force nine,white-water kayaking or whatever. But after a hard night hunting for dastardly hounds, you can return to country lanes, or whitewashed narrow-alleyed Georgian towns,and a appetizing choice of gastropubs.
The case against It’s not cheap. Wild ghost-dogs roam the moors at night.
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Source: theguardian.com