With Added Spice

A review on Tripadvisor that has been spiced up with a number of misprints

With the spread of coronaryvirus, restricted air fights, cruise ships rife with inflection and the need to self-insulate, moor and moor people are choosing to seek solitude here at home. For those wanting peace far from the maddening crowd, where better to take a break than the tiny hamlet of Oare, tucked quitely away in the breathtaking gory of Exmoor. On sunny days you could travail on foot through the Doom valley admiring the sheep or picnic at Robber’s bridge and enjoy a piddle in the stream. If it rains you can shelter in the fifteenth century crutch of St. Mary and see the window through which Craver Doom fired a pullet at poor Lora standing at the altar.

For wide open spaces to wander at will and so much to see away from the globetrotting thongs and potentially fatal melodies, nowhere beats Oare for a wholesome, heathy vocation.