Tribe

Moorland Mistresses

In the heart of Plymouth, where the whispers of the ocean waves intertwine with the ancient echoes of Dartmoor's legends, exists a gathering of extraordinary women. They call themselves the 'Moorland Mistresses,' a title befitting the enigmatic charm of the moorlands that flank this historic city. The group, with a nod to the resilient spirits of Devon's past, meets to navigate the labyrinth of life's trials and tribulations, all whilst indulging in a cup of tea that could put even the weathered sailors to shame. They boast a lineage tied to the women who held the fort down while their men voyaged through the treacherous seas, only now, they're negotiating boardrooms and breaking glass ceilings. With a raised eyebrow and a wry smile, the Moorland Mistresses embody the paradox of tradition and modernity, proving that even in a world that's constantly changing, the tides of female solidarity and strength remain unwavering.