Wistman's Wood, Lands End

In the heart of Dartmoor is an old oak forest.  Older than the English tongue itself.  The forest has witnessed almost all of the nation’s history; persisting as its gnarled and curling branches, veiling mists and  treacherous mossy rocks have rendered it impenetrable to all but wandering sheep.

Locals have an ambivalence towards the place, though appreciating its wild beauty, they are also weary, for some strange tales have come out of the woods, and strange places like Wistman’s are best left be.