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The District of West Somerset is located in the County of Somerset in The South Western Counties of England, it covers an administrative area of 727Km² and in 2001 was home to a population of 35,600 persons, that represents 0.07% of that of England and 0.06% of the population of the entire United Kingdom.
Follow this link for Visitor Attractions or Event Venues in West Somerset, this link for Public Events in West Somerset, or this link for hotel or B&B accommodation in West Somerset or for more detailed information about places in West Somerset follow the links below to its Towns, Parishes and other communities.
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We are beginning to link the entries in our British Flora and Fauna database to specific locations in the British Isles. This table will allow you to see what wildlife you can find here and if you use the links below you can find out more about each individual species. |
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The western corner of the county is the high tableland of Exmoor, the smaller portion of which is in the next county, Devon. Technically a forest, it has few trees, and efforts to cultivate it, as with its great neighbour, Dartmoor, have not met with much success. The hills are lofty, but, barring Dunkery Beacon, none stands out. In this respect it has not the striking personality that Dartmoor has gained from the towering, granite-topped tors.
Again, since the comparison between these two great features of the West Country is obvious, Dartmoor has very little animal or bird life. The red deer, found abundantly on Exmoor, do not exist on Dartmoor. They are hunted, of course, by the Devon and Somerset Stag Hounds, and they are also hunted on the smaller but very attractive range, the Quantock Hills. Climbing over the moor you drop down into wooded valley, and thence to the sea. Here is the old-time port of Porlock, prettiest of West Country villages, sung by the poets and pictured by artists innumerable. The village forefathers cold have told stirring tales of the only too frequent raids of the Danes. To the outsider it is famous for the hill that climbs the moor road to Lynton, a zig-zag that has caused much heartburning to the aspiring, if worried motorist of twenty years ago.
