How to Spend 7 Adventurous Days in Dartmoor
7 Days in Dartmoor: Finding Serenity Amongst the Tors and Tales
Dartmoor National Park in Devon, England, has long been on my bucket list. When dear friends invited me for a week-long stay, I jumped at the chance. The beauty of Dartmoor far exceeded my expectations—rolling moorlands, ancient forests, historical landmarks, and welcoming locals. Here’s a glimpse into my unforgettable journey.
Day 1 – Arrival in Widecombe-in-the-Moor
We arrived on a sunny Saturday afternoon after a smooth drive from Weymouth. The landscape transformed as we neared Dartmoor, revealing breathtaking views of open moorlands dotted with yellow gorse and purple heather—an unexpected field of color, perfect for any LSU fan (Louisiana State University).
As we drove deeper into the moor, I noticed something peculiar—sheep freely wandering the roads, unconcerned about passing cars. This sight instantly set the tone for the charm and character of Dartmoor.
We reached Rugglestone Inn, a cozy, picturesque pub in the village of Widecombe. Our accommodations, Rugglestone Cottage, sat just behind the pub, a scene straight out of a period film. My room overlooked the pub, the bell tower of Widecombe Church, and a field where sheep and fancy chickens roamed.
That evening, we took a short stroll through Widecombe Village before returning to the pub for a delicious meal. Rugglestone Inn is small but inviting, with a menu written on the wall and a warm, lively atmosphere. I had a juicy burger and chips while listening to a local band playing outside. It was surreal—delicious food, fun music, and great company.
I also met Vanessa and Richard, the pub’s owners (and my friend’s family). Watching them interact with regulars and newcomers made it clear why the pub was always packed. Their warmth and hospitality were infectious, making me feel right at home.
Day 2 – Our First Hike to the Tors
We started our hike around 10 AM, eager to explore Dartmoor’s famous tors. For those unfamiliar, a tor is a distinct geological formation—a dramatic pile of weathered granite rising above the landscape. I’d had the explanation several times, but it still seemed like a giant pile of mystical rocks to me. Nevertheless, I love a good hike with beautiful scenery and fabulous friends.
Our first tor, Bonehill Tor, was stunning. As slow hikers, we took our time, capturing photos and soaking in the scenery. At the top, we found a small plastic box wedged between the rocks. Initially mistaking it for trash, we opened it to find a notebook left by an 8-year-old boy, asking fellow hikers to write messages. It was a simple but touching moment of connection with past visitors. Of course, we added our own message.
Continuing our hike, we encountered more tors—Chinkwell, Honeybag, and Bell—each offering unique vantage points. The moor was alive with free-roaming sheep, vibrant ferns, and fields of golden gorse and purple heather. The colors, the air, the stillness—it was unlike anything I’d experienced before.
We paused for a snack, trying Nakd fruit bars—a new favorite hiking treat. While resting, we witnessed several wild ponies and their foals, a truly magical sight.
That evening, we returned to the cottage and enjoyed another meal at the pub, sharing laughs and stories with new friends.
Day 3 – The Quest for Jay’s Grave
We planned for an “easy” day, which, in hindsight, meant a 6.1-mile hike with nearly 20,000 steps.
Our goal was to find Jay’s Grave, the burial site of a woman from Dartmoor’s folklore. However, our directions were vague at best. Wandering the moor, we stumbled upon Highland cattle, alpacas, and more free-roaming sheep, all while the weather turned chilly and misty. There were no toilets, no landmarks—just miles of rugged beauty and the eerie squeak of a distant gate.
When we finally reached Jay’s Grave, it was adorned with fresh flowers, as it always was. Legend has it that someone mysteriously tends to the grave, adding to its mystique.
Day 4 – Wistman’s Wood and Drake’s Leat
We set off early to visit Wistman’s Wood, one of Dartmoor’s last remaining ancient temperate rainforests. This 6,000-year-old forest is home to twisted, moss-covered oaks and rare ferns. The air felt dense, almost otherworldly, and the legends of ghostly hounds seemed plausible in this mystical setting.
Next, we hiked to Drake’s Leat, a 16th-century watercourse built by Sir Francis Drake to supply Plymouth with water. We crossed rivers like true explorers, admired the glowing green pine forests, and ended the day with lunch at Two Bridges Hotel—the fish finger sandwiches were delicious!
Day 5 – A Private Tour with Tich
We booked a tour with Tich, a Proper Dartmoor Tours guide and true Devonian. We loaded in his Landrover (proper British) to explore the moor. Tich is so knowledgeable! We visited prehistoric sites, hidden tors, and lesser-known landmarks while listening to his captivating stories. Visit www.properdartmoortours.co.uk for more information.
Day 6 – Shopping in Totnes & A French Feast
The gals took a day to explore Totnes, a charming town with unique shops and a delightful vegetarian buffet. That night, we dressed up for a French feast in Ashburton at Le Vin Perdu. The restaurant served platters of rotisserie chicken and homemade sides, all family-style. We didn’t leave a single bite behind! Highly recommend this restaurant. Booking ahead is required!
Day 7 – Grimspound & Postbridge
Our last adventure took us to Grimspound, a 3,000-year-old Bronze Age settlement with stone foundations of roundhouses. It was surreal to stand among ancient ruins, imagining the lives of those who once called Dartmoor home.
We then visited Postbridge, known for its iconic clapper bridge, an ancient stone footbridge dating back to medieval times. It was a peaceful way to end our journey.
Day 8 – Farewell to Dartmoor
Leaving was bittersweet. Dartmoor had gifted me with unforgettable landscapes, warm hospitality, and a newfound appreciation for England’s wild beauty. I plan to stay in a tent at Rugglestone or even try wild camping on the moor. Maybe.
For anyone considering Dartmoor—go. Hike the tors, visit the ancient woodlands, immerse yourself in the history, and experience the warmth of the people. It’s a magical, mysterious place that lingers in your heart long after you leave.
Happy Travels!
