“Shelly couldn’t decide if their campsite possessed a single redeeming feature.
The landscape was all that Greg had promised: it was open, wild, hewn from steep valleys, framed by great vistas of sky and sea, and uninhabited. Though the land must have been more hospitable once and even crowded with trees before deforestation had left it barren. There had been a lot of mining here, a long time ago: Greg had said so. But despite man’s devastations nothing appeared tamed. Here all remained intimidating and was as wild as it had been before, but in a different way to her eye: here was mistreated and feral, not healthily wild.”[Pics taken in Brixham and South Hams]