We wandered lonely in the cloud - until she got the hang of where we were going. Yes it was one of those wonderful Dartmoor days – mist, drizzle and gloom. Anyway we went down and up to find the Tor with the brass memorial plaques that turned out to be much smaller than expected. Then on, down, over the hidden clapper bridge. Up and around, passing some lovely old Dartmoor longhouses. Stopped for a cuppa in a very salubrious car park. Then down for a Splash and a very splashy squelching trek up beside the river, pausing to admire the grumbling shed – it produces enough power for 90 houses you know!
Onwards and upwards - more splendid farm houses - to the wonderful tree with the cross with the niche in it. Up again to the hidden gem of the forbears of long houses, that were abandoned by 1350. Some waited for an apparition and the misty ruins certainly suggested some lost soul should appear to impart old wise words – but sadly none did.
Back to the cars and down to the Inn that you must book a table but actually you can’t! – Very nice lunch though. Apologies to Stella for stealing her walk!
