Exmoor Stories: How Exmoor Farmers celebrate their wedding anniversary ;-)

Local author Victoria Eveleigh posted these lovely photos of her dear husband earlier today:

You can find out more about West Ilkerton Farm here.

And if you’d like to see what Victoria Eveleigh is up to when not taking photos of her dear husband on their wedding day, then have a look on her website.

 

 

Exmoor Memories: When I fell in Love with Exmoor

I first fell in love with Exmoor and Porlock in the Eighties.

My dad was in the Metropolitan police force,  pay wasn’t great back then, he had a wife and two young children, so he couldn’t afford to go on expensive holidays. He heard from a W.P.C that she had a holiday in Porlock. Other PCs had been there and heard how lovely it was and it was a reasonable price so he booked a week there.
We loaded up the Morris mariner:  there was my mum and dad, my nan, my brother and myself – and our seven and a half stone boxer dog on the backseat.
The roof rack was full of luggage and my dad’s sea fishing rods and lead weights. Now thinking back I am surprised the poor car ever made it down there.
We didn’t know anything about Porlock and Exmoor. It was an adventure, mum handed out the rolls while dad was driving and the odd foxes glacier mint. When we saw the signs for Porlock you could feel the anticipation when we started to drive down Dunster steep and the sea and the landscape unfolded before us – it was just breathtaking, just so beautiful. We turned left into Doverhay and found our holiday cottage. We were so excited. When had unpacked we had a wander along the high street – it had everything you wanted:  two bakeries, Stenners and Burgess, three banks and grocery shops. We had such a lovely holiday there we kept going on holiday down there for fifteen years.
I’ve known Exmoor and Porlock for thirty years now. It got me loving nature and wildlife and it’s shaped the person who I am today.
I absolutely love it and still go down there every year on holiday. Take care all.

By Trevor Parsons

Exmoor Stories: A little bit of magic

I went to Lanacre with my 3 year old. I told him to sit quietly and just watch the ponies. Soon this foal’s gentle curiosity got the better of him as he approached this little human and literally softly brushed against his head. It was pretty special and my little boy giggled with delight. Of course I was very close by my little boy and watching the foal very carefully..but this little foal was just curious about a child..that was clear. As soon as I moved it was off in a flash back to Mum’s side.

Lindsey McDonnell