Camping in the summer up on Dartmoor, with friends, dogs and ponies. Usually up near Fernworthy reservoir. Dad ( sensibly) wouldn't let us cook, so all cold food, but he came up to cook a BBQ for us one evening, and fresh supplies. We'd scare ourselves silly with stories about the prison, and the hound of the baskervilles - and worse of all, the "Hairy Hand" - a Dartmoor legend