My aunt lives in Tavistock at the edge of Dartmoor, so I have seen that moorland landscape many times. I prefer the wild countryside of the likes of Dartmoor and the Peak District to the more picture postcard locations.
I remember playing golf on the course in Tavistock. It is on the edge of the moor. All the greens had to be roped off to resemble boxing rings, to prevent Dartmoor ponies from walking over them. The local rules advised you could lift, clean and drop your ball without penalty if it came to rest in anything one of the ponies had left behind..
I did intend to visit the cider house in Newton Abbot on my last visit to the racecourse but there wasn’t time. There can’t be many such houses left now.