I love the excitement and anticipation of going off to find somewhere new. I thought I knew about all the pools on Dartmoor but then I read about one I'd never come across before and determined to find it. It was a miraculously sunny day in between all the storms, and our hike took us further and further into the Moor as the larks sang overhead. It was such a clear day we could see the rivers and hut circles in the distance marked out like a map. We followed a path but the final section of the journey involved a compass and a bit of bravery as we struck out across the mire in what we hoped was the right direction. Soon, like a mirage ahead, we saw a patch of glistening light, and there it was, the Holy Grail of our quest, a beautiful pool on top of the Moor in total and glorious isolation.