Our snow deluge of last week was starting to melt this weekend, with grass poking up through the drifts of white in our yard. Today, we were told, it would rain, and the roads into and out of the village would finally clear. Instead we woke up to more snow than I have ever seen in all my years on Dartmoor...and sometimes I just have to wonder if the the village's true name isn't Brigadoon.
I love days like this, when cars remained parked, time seems to stop, and people walk and haul children and groceries on sleds. The village is quiet without the rumble of motors, and we all step back into another century...
Snow on the thatched roof of a 16th century building: Whiddon's Tea Shop. (The name comes from a local legend.)
Travellers in time: puppeteer William Todd-Jones and his daughter Lillian.