Mary's latest novel – the 11th in the Rossington series – was published on 4 November 2025. Look out for Don’t Tell Tales! Visit your local bookshop or friendly crime specialist for a copy – or order it from our stockist
Bodies In The Bookshop, Cambridge.
Pine has been removed from the woods in Lustleigh Cleave, to be replaced with native tree species. There’s a small timber yard in Pullabrook Woods, where the pine is sawn on site, creating planks, fence posts, fencing.
Misty views through the woods in Lustleigh Cleave.
A colt rolled ecstatically over the damp grass of the Black Hill, wriggling and squirming, quite unconcerned by us as we walked past. A little later, he came zooming up, racing round and round in excited circles, until his mother came up more sedately and took him away with her.
Blue sky reflected in the water in the pool at Haytor Quarry. Various relics from the C19 mining days are a reminder that this was once not such a tranquil spot.
Three white ponies trotted in line down the slope of the old Haytor quarry, heading purposefully for the land bridge across one of the gullies. We stood and watched them step delicately across the rough stones and gallop up the far slope of the Black Hill.
A little later the continuous bellowing of cattle attracted our attention and we saw in the distance a Landrover herding the Galloways off the slopes and along the lower lane. High up the three white ponies stood still, watching the scene just as we did.
Nearly all the rocks on the moor are patterned with lichen, which is more visible now that surrounding vegetation has died back.
Cattle struggled to find water on the moor during the summer when so many of their watering holes lay dry and cracked. But after the recent heavy rains water is filling the pools again.
View of Dartmoor from one of the fields near Littlehempston.
Bracken seems to cover large swathes of the moor, russet gold now as it dies back. The russet colour is repeated in the band of the reclining mare we passed on the Black Hill.
Hawthorn berries still make a bright splash of colour in some places on the moor, although some of the hawthorn trees have died since the hot summer.