I am very lucky indeed to live where I do, but it dawned on me today that even though I have shared where in England I live, I haven't actually shown you any pictures.
I live in a normal street, in a bog standard brown pebbledashed 1930's semi. My house looks out at other brown, dull semi's. That part I hate.
My view is as dull and brown as the house I live in, but my little cul-de-sac, has a little gate.
Actually it has two gates, each leading onto the moor, one at either end of the street.
Through these gates is another world, a green and beautiful world, where ponies, sheep and children roam free. Well within reason. We go for walks with the dog, we go jumping in muddy puddles, swinging in trees.
Yesterday a beautiful, yet over friendly pony tried to eat Monkey's coat hood. Monkey was not impressed, neither was mummy, but that is what can happen on the moor. You could walk for miles, I don't, but have done. We have our little walks that we take, up between the trees, to the big pile of leaves - perfect for jumping in, along the track, down into the quarry. There is so much open space, perfect for bike riding, kite flying, running, hiding and generally tiring the kids out.
We are so lucky to have this space and it is the main reason that I would never want to move away from here. Dartmoor and the sea mean the world to me, and give my children a freedom that a lot of children no longer are able to have.