Get Out: Or How I’m Addicted to Dartmoor

On coffeeing with a friend recently in her ridiculously (s)wanky central London office complete with on-site barista (it blew my country bumpkin mind I tell you) she told me how much she misses Devon and…

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Seeking Solitude on Dartmoor

Seeking Solitude on Dartmoor

Solitude and procrastination – two of my favourite words. And another potential name for my lottery win book slash cake emporium, a girl’s gotta be prepared. Can you imagine how freaking awesome that place would…

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