Kerrie Ann Gardner | Cleave
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Tavy Cleave Dartmoor by Kerrie Ann Gardner


Dartmoor was one of the first ‘wild’ places I ever visited, many years ago now, and I loved it immediately. I was utterly enchanted vast landscape and endless sky. However, Tavy Cleave, which is on the west side of Dartmoor, is a bit of an exception to this rule, as the further up the cleave I walked, the less and less sky I could see.

I left early as I knew that snow had fallen recently, and as I arrived I was greeted with a vivid pink sky. I then began my walk up the cleave. Ravens called to each other above me, their voices echoing around the snowy landscape, and many animal’s footprints dotted my path. When I reached the waterfall I had set out to find I sat and waited for the first rays of sunlight to light up Sharp Tor, which towers above.




January 16, 2016