Sharp Tor Siren

Exposing my breasts atop Sharp Tor.

It’s been a long time since I’ve added to my Tits Out Tor Bagging list. But not so long that I’ve forgotten about it. I’ve just been struggling to get up to the Moor for much by the way of quality time. The last one was Peek Hill, last April! But the oldest has been bringing up Dartmoor a lot recently, and as we’ve had a couple of opportunities to just GO on up there and walk, that’s what we’ve done. Turns out, he’s not a fan of the valleys, rather seeking out the higher moorland. So after many miles of walking along the Dart his request to climb Sharp Tor was a joy.

Sadly it was to be an unfulfilled request, for him at least.

Halfway up he decided to sit on a rock, rest his feet and watch the sheep while I continued to the top. This meant that I was able to bag the tor for my little project. Hooray! (In case it needs saying, I wouldn’t have considered taking the picture had he joined me all the way up Sharp Tor.

I may be fussy over who I share my wild-time with, but I absolutely love that he asks to visit the Moor. With it being my haven – my safe space – it fills me with joy that at least one of my children has bonded with my spiritual home too.

As we traversed the Moor, approaching Sharp Tor, he was looking around, asking what the various rocky outcrops and bodies of water were. I pointed out the lake I’d been running round when I made a serious error in judgement. One which could have left me badly injured. (Splashing through muddy puddles there was suddenly no ground, Vicar of Dibley style. Suddenly finding myself wedged between two big rocks, groin deep in icy water with a big gash in my shin. Lucky Barefoot that it wasn’t worse.) I also smiled inwardly at the nearby tor where Loki and I spent a November day tying together. (Check out Sinfully Basking if you need a reminder of this day. You can also see the aforementioned lake in the background.)

My parenting consists of making every effort to be the example I want to see in the world.

With one of them growing to love the wild I couldn’t be happier. (The little one likes sports, and likes to run and play football with me. If you’re a long time reader you’ll appreciate how happy that makes me, as a keen runner myself.)

Panorama from the top of Sharp Tor

Considering the theme of my month, I’m choosing to reflect on my generally positive parenting style. I’m told is one of the reasons behind having such incredible offspring. I’m going to try to recognise this as my ‘something invisible that I can like about myself’ for today.

February Photo Fest 2023

Thank you for joining me for February PhotoFest 2023. This is my fourth time joining the month long celebration of erotic and sensual photography. If you’re enjoying it please do go and check out the previous years: 2019 was an incomplete month. I skipped 2020 due to not blogging at the time but 2021 was a joy to plan and complete, in spite of lockdowns. 2022 was a little more relaxed behind the scenes, but jam packed with pictures and memories I love.

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