It was my birthday last week (oh hello middle-to-late twenties!) and a big gang of us went to stay on Dartmoor for sunshine and barbeques. And then it rained a lot, so instead we went walking in bogs, met the Hound of the Baskervilles and drink a lot of gin by the fire.
We stayed at the wonderful Powdermills bunkhouse (so wonderful that I’m rather reluctant to tell anyone else about it) an old gunpowder factory turned into a cosy stone cottage nestled right in the middle of the moor, complete with a crackling wood stove which we spent approximately 90% of the weekend sitting next to, drinking Leo’s homemade gin.
We made epic forays out into the fog, fell into rivers and got lost on the way to the pub, which was home to the biggest, blackest, cuddliest dog I have ever met (hound of the baskervilles, is that you?). Then we went back and drank more gin. As Lucy of My New Addiction (check out her wonderful blog) put it, it was a weekend of ‘board games, homemade gin, shedloads of wine and bolognese, wood fires, leaping over bogs and laughing til your insides ache.” Huzzah!