Well could you? I mean you not me. They look so docile, paying no attention. And they are equipped with the most fantastic pair of handlebars. So could you, very quietly, just creep up to it, and very, very gently, climb aboard? Not sure.
Out from the quarry car park on a day that promised rain, and the promise was fulfilled. Over to Berra Tor overlooking the gorge that was. And on, taking the high track to Burrator Falls, over the brook and through bluebell woods. To pop out at Sheepstor and gently wend our way to the summit. Shelter was found for a cuppa then on to Narra Tor and down. Picking up the WIFF stone amongst the almost disappeared Narrator farm. The arboretum provided a diversion and the Norsworthy car parks were both completely empty. How rare is that? Up the No Cycling track to Cross Gate then down through the wonderful mire which so, so many orchids adorned just a couple of weeks ago. But, the asphodels were just as nice. To the Highland Cattle and into the dog walking enclosure. Back along and up and over to the cars to a quiet and very welcoming Burrator Inn.
Nice to be out in the rain again.