Dartmoor

In your opinion there is a diabolical agency which makes Dartmoor an unsafe abode for a Baskerville—that is your opinion?

It was evening before we reached the little town of Tavistock, which lies, like the boss of a shield, in the middle of the huge circle of Dartmoor.

"My friend and I return to town by the night-express," said Holmes. "We have had a charming little breath of your beautiful Dartmoor air."

[…] the Dartmoors are nearly extinct; the Highland pony is still the old hardy animal nature formed; the Shetland pony of the northern Scottish isles is still diminutive, but beautiful.