Lettaford sits deep in Dartmoor country, the kind of hamlet where longhouses and thatch outnumber street lighting, and where the postbox probably counts as a local landmark. There's no high street to speak of, no parade of shops — this is a scatter of farmhouses and cottages down narrow lanes, the sort of place people move to precisely because there isn't one. There isn't enough here in the way of hard numbers to responsibly paint the commute, the schools, or the crime picture — no rail links, ofsted-rated schools, or transport counts have been recorded for a place this small, and it would be wrong to invent them. What is worth noting is the property benchmark against Teignbridge, the district it sits within: Lettaford's typical price point runs close to the district median of around £291,500, which itself sits above the national median house price of £281,000. So this is not a cheap corner of the South West, though it's also not wildly out of step with its own district — you're paying Dartmoor-fringe prices, not London-overspill prices. Day-to-day life here is dictated by the moor itself rather than by any civic infrastructure — green space isn't a feature you visit, it's the fact of where you live, with open access land pressing in on all sides. Anyone picturing a Saturday of cafés and restaurant choice should recalibrate: eating out, healthcare, even a pint, means a drive to a proper village or town nearby, not a walk from the front door. This is a place for people who want distance from things, not proximity to them — those who find remoteness restful rather than isolating, who don't mind a long drive for a supermarket shop or a school run, and who value the moor's quiet more than they value convenience. If you need a rail season ticket, a chosen school, or a Friday-night restaurant within reach, Lettaford will frustrate you. If you're after somewhere the outside world recedes, it delivers that in full, and you'd know that the moment you turned down the lane.