Dartmeet is less a village than a river crossing with a scatter of buildings around it — the sort of place where the car park fills up with walking boots and the main structures people talk about are the two ancient clapper bridges over the East and West Dart. There's no high street here, no row of shopfronts to read the character off; the place is defined by moorland, water, and the National Park around it rather than by anything you'd call a settlement in the ordinary sense. That absence is the honest answer to most of the practical questions a house-hunter would normally ask. There's nothing in the record here on schools, stations, or commuting patterns, and that's not an oversight of reporting — Dartmeet simply isn't set up as a place people commute from or send children to school from. If you're picturing a rail link or an Ofsted-rated primary within reach, that picture belongs to a nearby town, not to this spot on the moor. What can be said with any confidence is the setting: this is deep Dartmoor, within the National Park, built around Dartmoor's open access land and the river itself rather than parks or restaurants in the conventional sense. Days here are shaped by walking, wild swimming spots, and the weather rolling over the tors — a rhythm dictated by the land, not by a weekend's worth of cafés and shops. So the honest steer is this: Dartmeet is somewhere you visit, pass through, or perhaps own a very particular kind of remote property near — not somewhere with the infrastructure of everyday village life. Anyone drawn to it should be drawn to isolation, moorland, and the sound of water over stone, and should look elsewhere in West Devon for the schools, shops, and station that make a place liveable in the everyday sense.