Off they went.
The Magnificent Seven.
(The Old One, the Big One, the Young One, the One with all the Clever Things, the Thirsty One, the Creative One and the Vintnerising One.)
Boulters Tor car park,
Godsworthy (Higher and Lower)
Dogs and dogs …. and dogs.
Roos (Yes! Anti-clockwise – most uncommon!)
And then………
The Old One led off the tor with his Artificial Aid to Navigation.
The Big One, bi-sticked and long of legs, took over.
Down and down they plunged.
But, the Young One, with his brand-new Silver Boots and his wife’s brilliant Christmas present, said “Halt!”
His fresh, young and sensitive cheeks had detected, in the wind, an error in direction.
The Old One rechecked his Artificial Aid and nodded sagely.
The Big One loped back and off they went again, slightly chastened, in the opposite direction.
The One with three Artificial Aids to Navigation, in the meantime, wisely kept his counsel and his head down in the face of the driving wind and rain.
Wall corner, Stevens Grave and back.
The Thirsty One, fresh from the piste, was very happy to reach the P.T. Inn.
As was the Creative One and the Vintnerising One.
WW 20th January 2010
So all the snow has goneAnd we have our reliable
Misty, soggy, dank Dartmoor back
So out we trudged
The band of ten
To Berra Tor
Then down, down to Double Waters
Then round, round to Grenofen Bridge
And on, on to where we should not be
And there the mighty digger
Building the ramparts
Of the new bridge over the Walkham
So that we will be able to cycle
From Yelverton to Tavistock
Or even from Tavistock to Yelverton
With ne'er a puff
Now that will be nice
So back to the cars
And on to the Drake Manor
And so, we are told
9.6 km precisely
How kind
WW 13th January 2010
We few.
We four.
A-splodge, a-plod and a-skitter
across iron-hard ground and ice-polished lanes to
snow still thigh-deep in drifts on Pew Tor.
Then back under gin-clear, diamond skies
and across Shorts Down to the Witty
only just in time.
We four.
A-splodge, a-plod and a-skitter
across iron-hard ground and ice-polished lanes to
snow still thigh-deep in drifts on Pew Tor.
Then back under gin-clear, diamond skies
and across Shorts Down to the Witty
only just in time.
WW 6th January 2010
Who knows
Who knows how many set out
Who knows where they went
Who knows
We do know
Some left Yelverton Bus Stop
Picking up at Pigeon Post
Out over Yennadon and on
Meeting more at The Royal Oak
And back
Admiring the hedge cornices
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