Out from North Bovey for the birthday girl. To explore all the lanes and byways. Out along the river and into Bovey Castle golf course of course. And there, hiding on the map was a tor. So we had to - but what is its name? And onwards to Langdon Lane where the flowers were in full bloom. And out, onto the flanks of Easdon. Did we go straight up, of course not we had to find the boundary stones which we just about managed to follow through the bracken and fuzz to emerge on Whooping Rock for a well earned cuppa and birthday cake. Down to find the truly amazing hut circles, then yet another treat. Figgie Daniel standing proud, what a place. Through the foxglove clad woods and across the stepping stones to the Ring O Bells. Most welcoming and suitably posh for our party.