WW 24th February 2016

Oh dear me!

Not very nice at all

And our dear leader

No wonder he went wobbly

After setting out from Frank's

Over the fields

The stepping stones

The wonderful Scots Pine

At Doe Tor Farm

Then up

Perhaps too clittery

And a nasty fall

Soon mended by Nurse

To Wheal Frederick

For a nice cuppa

As the full moon rose

Through the workings

To Brat, Brae, Widgery

And down

Back to quiet Frank's

Another perfect

Dry, starlit evening

For a walk

TWW 23rd February 2016

Yet another dry, crystal clear, sunny, warm, February morning.
To head out from Peter Tavy.
Up by the brook where, rather surprisingly, there appeared to be evidence of heavy rain.
Up past Little Combe Tor to pop out onto the moor.
Past Furze Tor and Setters Tor to the sad Stephen's Grave.
Then up to White Tor for a cuppa and views for miles and miles.
Down by Wedlake Tor to admire the settlements - quite a community long, long ago.
Through the fields and round above Godsworthy.
By Great Combe Tor.
Down the tracks and lanes back to the Peter Tavy Inn.
Where the car park was full!

TWW 16th February 2016

A glorious day on the tops.

Keen wind, cold temperatures and a smattering of snow left on the ground after the weekend as we moved north around Sourton, then up past Iceworks and along a frozen, glittering track to Gren Tor. Coffee there whilst Harry launched his drone. Great flight – but no pix. On then across the half-frozen, tussocked sludge to some point beyond Lyn Head and from there a mere – disputed - 538 metres to Branscombe’s Loaf. We reached there some weeks earlier from below amidst a howling gale and sheeting rain. This time, all was sunshine, chill breeze, gin-clear visibility – and downhill. So to Shelstone and then round Sourton again and off to the Bearslake Inn for lunch. Thirteen out today.

WW 10th February 2016

Entertainment whilst we had our cuppas. The bells rang out over Sampford Spiney as we sat in the vestibule for a nice cuppa.
Out from Oakley and down the leat past the bull stone. Pausing to admire a regular satellite and an Iridium flare. To the road and muddy lane by David Bailey's. We could hear the bells ringing out and they got louder and louder as we approached the church. All the lights were on for us to admire the hatchments. The ringing got more and more energetic before slowing to a stop. Out to the amazing mausoleum. We did peep; all the shelves were empty. Onwards and upwards to Pew before heading down to the cars and a remarkably quiet Whitty.
Another perfect starlit evening.

TWW 9th February 2016

And the heavens opened and it absolutely tipped it down, heaving it down. 
Luckily this was on the drive home.
The walk was fine with a mere smidgeon of nice cooling haily sleet.
Out along the Granite Way.
In the cuttings beautiful Elf Cup fungi everywhere.
A call into Sourton Church to admire the roof and to find shelter to don waterproofs.
Up to the ice works for a cuppa. 
Along past the apple crusher, the points and Great Nodden.
Down to Frank's for a fine, warm welcome and good food.
But, just what does this sign mean?

WW 3rd February 2016

Another beautiful starlit evening
Out from High Down
Stepping stones
And straight up Brat
A nice warmer
Onward to Hare
A cool breeze
Shelter found for a cuppa
Round and down to Little Hare
And along to Doe
Down by the brook
Over the bridge
Stepping stones
Back to the Down
To the Castle Inn
Usual busy Wednesday
And a very nice pint
Nice

TWW 2nd February 2016

About time we explored our own back garden.
From the bridge above Clearbrook out along Plymouth Leat. To find evidence of the decoy airfield from WWII. Looks like it was set up to replicate Harrowbeer. Quite a few of the bases for the runway lights were found. Round and along to daringly cross the A386. Then a real treat up to the recently revealed Iron Age earthworks with views all around, a good choice for an OS trig point. Back along the Down where some saw deer. On to the workings and to marvel at what others find to do on a fine Tuesday morning. Not quite sure, but they seemed to have found some small white balls that they were desperately trying to lose in little holes. They did not find much enjoyment in their pursuit as they looked rather grumpy to us. To the wonderful jubilee monument and fountain. Tea under the Rock by the Williams turret. Once more bravely across the road and down to the truly amazing Yeolands Consols Mine, at least seven buddles in good repair were noted. Quickly back along the track to climb the hill to the Skylark. A goodly lunch was enjoyed with swift, if somewhat stressed, service.