Well, finally, after all these years, years and years, and years and years, finally we seem to have got it sorted out. It took some time, years and years, but there you are, at last we have sorted it out and jolly fine it was too.
The bus powered its way up to Princetown to drop us a good two yards from the front door of the Fox Tor Cafe. So there we were in nice time for a nice breakfast. And some total genius had provided Henderson's Yorkshire Relish - how brilliant is that?
So onward and outward to the moor. On a lovely warm sunny summer's day. To head down to Hart with its Hercules and to Black Tor blowing house for a cuppa. Neatly up to Black then over the road to Leeden. To the little known Off Leeden Tor to the top secret track wending its way to Walkhampton Church. Steadily up the lane to the Burrator Inn by which time everyone was absolutely starving. So lunch it was.
Where else would you wish to be ...