L
ockdown recalibrated our shrinking planet: easily traversable cities became small states, while countries took on continental proportions.
I was fortunate to spend Lockdown 2.0 at my Mum’s in west Somerset and pleased to find that Exmoor’s windswept plains remain what they have always seemed to me: another world. During the Romantic period, painters, writers and poets descended on this part of the West Country, eager to discover a rural idyll they felt was disappearing elsewhere.
Not long ago, I walked one of its most storied corners on a crisp December day. I passed through valleys, over rivers, around lakes and along cliffs, but barely scratched the surface of what is sometimes called Britain’s “forgotten national park”.
