WW 21st December 2016
A gentle walk in the woods around Morewellham. Firstly up through Morwell Wood and round to the sluice gate on the canal just below the point where the canal emerges from the tunnel. Across to Maddacleave Wood before going down to the ruins at Newquay where we had good look around the old quay - once a hive of activity. Mike showed us the bread oven built into the side of the lime kiln. Then back through the woods to Mike and Stella's for mulled wine and some nibbles. Very nice.
TWW 20th December 2016
And a pig, a great big, friendly pig. Out from the Whitty on a cooler morning. Across to Middlemoor and over Shorts Down, Plaster Down and the site for the air crash memorial by the leat. Towards Pew Tor to check for the goldfish - no sign again. The summit provided a fine venue for a cuppa and mince pies - thanks! Sunlight could be seen at times in the distance, although a cool easterly encouraged us down. By Oakley Cottage and to the fields and stiles. Venn, Caseytown and the somewhat dishevelled Holwell took us back to the Whitty. Where there was plenty of room for lunch.
TWW 13th December 2016
Now that really was very nice indeed - some proper Dartmoor weather and some decent rain. The skies were trying their hardest to clear as we left Two Bridges. It all looked very promising as we headed for Littaford and Little Bee Tors. And the promise came true; nice, soft gentle mist slowly turning into even softer rain. Down to the weir for some excitement and a nice cuppa. Beardown called and then the steady trek along the ridgish to catch up with all the cattle enjoying a hearty lunch. Down, down by the Cowsic and back to the cars.
WW 7th December 2016
Pixies, those pesky pixies at it again.
Leading even the most wise astray.
It is impossible to get lost there.
Unless, those pesky pixies are about.
And about they were.
To lead them hither and thither and thither and hither.
Wonder they got to the pub at all!
Leading even the most wise astray.
It is impossible to get lost there.
Unless, those pesky pixies are about.
And about they were.
To lead them hither and thither and thither and hither.
Wonder they got to the pub at all!
TWW 6th December 2016
Gunnislake, such an interesting place for a walk. So, so, so many things to see. It must have been such a busy place when all the mines were working. Out from the car park and up the busy lane by the Dimsons. Where, a local told us, a huge clay pit was dug, used to make Dimson brick. And onwards past the huge, impressive remains of Clitters mine. To find the trackways so carefully installed not so long ago. Now steadily reverting to wilderness. To the Tamar which was quite rushing along for a cuppa by the weirs. And along, along by New Bridge - 1520, so not all that new! Past all the 'No Canoeing' notices then up, up to the cars and the Rifleman Volunteer, called after the local militia apparently.
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