The Exmoor Solace

Why I Created The Exmoor Solacee

My Journey from Bedridden to the ancient Moorlands

For seven years, I was bedridden. A freak accident leading to chronic illness had stolen my life, my independence, my hope. I tried everything — doctors, specialists, treatments, therapies. Nothing worked.

Then one day a farmer appeared at my door holding six newborn lambs — two dangling upside down in each hand. 'If you don't want them, they will die. I don't have time for them.'

I could barely move. But I said yes.

I crawled on my hands and knees across the Yorkshire moorland just to be with them. And something ancient began to happen. Their healing energy is no modern discovery — in the mountains of Greece, soldiers suffering from Smallpox would seek out those privileged enough to own a sheep, drawn by their remarkable healing presence through scent and energy. Unlike goats, sheep neither contracted nor spread the illness. They simply gave of themselves.

My lambs did the same for me.

In time the wild horses on the Quantocks and Exmoor became my teachers. The moorlands held me. The animals guided me. And the healing that saved my life wasn't something I did — it was something I allowed.

This is why I created The Exmoor Solace."

— Tania