WW 23rd February 2011

Have faith
It was a gloopy night
Thick mist all the way
Visibility almost zero
A dark and dank night
And only the few arrived
To head out over the moor
Unerringly compass led
Trying to find a track
The faintest of track
To lead us round Hart
Crazy Well Pool
And Older Bridge
But you have to be there
Because only if you are there
Will you see the stars come out
The mist gently blowing away
And the distant views appearing
As we walk
Blessed by moonlight
To our destination
But - it didn't



WW 16th February 2011


My how it did rain, it tipped it down, it poured, it blew and we would have got totally, absolutely soaked if it hadn't stopped before we started. So from Prewley we trotted up to Sourton and then round to the sad memorial in Tiger Marsh. Useful information abounded, apparently there wasn't even a tiger there. Up to Branscombe's Loaf and a warming drink then down to Shelstone where most didn't see the logan stone. Then round and back to the cars to the quiet Bearslake for a small drop and we didn't have a game of ring and hook or whatever. And as we left to drive home - it rained, as it does.

WW 9th February 2011


From the car park down to the mine workings. Then through the forest to Soussons Farm and along the track to the stream for an encounter with newts and frogs. On along the track to Challacombe. North to Headland Warren Farm and then back to the mineworkings with much loud 'singing' from the three boys at the back. Mild and misty with some rain. Back in the pub the chairman, after changing his batteries, was in fine form enquiring both of peoples activities for the following day and their current weight!

WW 2nd February 2011

And the rain did stop so to Joey's Lane we went
The ground now wet and muddy- like it should be
Up to Sheepstor then charging down the back
and down to Deancombe Farm for a brew
The loggers seem to have been everywhere
We are told the ground will be reinstated
to what we do not know
Onward round Burrator and back over the dams
To the rock for a few beers and a reminisce




You really do have to be there ...

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