At Hound Tor, Dartmoor

I debated whether to blip the stunning scenery if the moors, a dancing waterfall, a gloomy graveyard with its lychgate. This sign however had to be picked. As a family of Sherlock addicts, we cracked up to drive in to the car park at craggy Hound Tor, and fine a little trailer with this genius sign.
After getting buffetted and frozen in equal measure climbing the tor, their freshly brewed tea, in a China teapot and served in China mugs, hit the spot.