WW 27th May 2009

and yes
this to those
doubters and scoffers
especially the scoffers
for were we not told
promised
that the sun would shine down on us
as we strode forth
from the puddles south
to Hapstead Ford
and out to Ryder's Hill
and back again
though the satellites did wobble
and the ground did quake
truly as promised
the sun did shine forth
not 48 hours later
let it be

WW 20th May 2009

Unexpectedly nice, really.
No rain, good views
all missing Mr Hughes
With Vintner playing Battleships
The Tall One led from the rear
Up to the waterfall, down to the Beehive
Then south above to Hartland
Clouds gathering, rain threatening, light fading.
But not us. Not we few. We nine.
We happy band.
But then, you had to be there….

WW 13th May 2009

This walk had megga landmarks.

A towering mast.

A wide disused railway track.

A huge granite quarry.

And a start and finish at a car park next to a main road.

A walk on which you couldn't go wrong (or could you?).

Certainly, this time, in the daylight, we didn't!

And we found a crumbling ancestral pile with a miraculously well-preserved picture of previous occupants(?) on wall of its roofless living room.

WW 6th May 2009

Contrasts that contrasted.

Tavistock murky and grey.
But, the horizon to the north blue and gold.

Sunlight like a low-angled searchlight across High Down.
But, in front, to the east, dark and grey

Up Doe Tor Brook, on the south side, dry and straightforward.
But, as we know, on the north, wiggly and wet.

Up Hare in thick, swirling cloud.
But, down from Brat, under the curtain, clear views of Cornish lights.

To the Trout and Tipple for bitter beer.
But, also, complimentary creamy sweet truffles.

Life is not boring.