And here I thought the Dartmoor ponies, trying to eat a chunk out of you because they think you have a piece of sugar in the pocket of your pants (been there, done that), were the most dangerous thing in Dartmoor.
Reading about the town of Moorstone, I´m not so sure anymore. I have to say though, I still don´t know exactly what´s going on, but I´m suspecting things.
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