A grey, brooding overcast and misty eve
to begin our walk from Peat Cot where the Dutchy had banned parking due to the
logging activities. They don’t work at night!! Six of us, and Paddy the dog set
off to the workings NW of Whiteworks, investigate the fenced off shafts then
over the footbridge and on to Whiteworks and then over the dreaded Grimpen
mire, as Arthur Conan Doyle called Fox Tor!! Which we crossed with considerable
ease led by an expert, not me! A short tussocky walk to Goldsmith's Cross then
onto Childes Tomb (Paddy posed, again) where it seems a large stone had been
removed. The ominous clouds were showing promise of what was to come as we
headed up to Fox Tor for a cuppa. As we set off for Northmore Cross the heavy
rain, and some hail, set in for the remainder of the walk and we were all very
pleased to get to the welcoming Prince of Wales for a pint.