MARCH 2025 · ADVENTURE
Black Tor Camp
Black Tor, West Dartmoor
The plan was the river valley. I had it in mind: shelter from the wind, access to water, level ground by the West Okement. Then I saw the tor and the views from the ridge and made a different decision. Last-minute, on the hill, with the tent already in my bag.

The tor provides shelter in a narrow sense — the granite stacks break the wind on their lee side, and if you site the tent tight against the rock you can reduce the exposure. You cannot eliminate it. The wind at Black Tor is constant and the frost comes in hard. There is no water up here; the nearest stream is fifty metres of descent in the dark.
The views earned before the work began.
Black Tor — March 2025

What you get instead: total solitude, and a view across the Dartmoor plateau in every direction. The green dome tent beside the granite, the moorland valley dropping away beyond it. In the morning, frost-covered rocks and the moor pale in the early light, the tor casting long shadows west.

I had brought the camera for the Black-a-Tor Copse the next day, but the tor itself offered enough — lichen-covered outcrops in the foreground, the summit rocks behind, the horizon soft with distance. A single white sheep beside a moss-covered boulder. The lichen-covered dry stone wall cutting across the pasture below, barbed wire along the top, the valley green beyond.

The descent the next morning to the copse took twenty minutes. At the bottom: water, trees, a completely different world. But the high camp was the right decision. The views earned before the work began.





