Committee of four and one dog met on this warm evening and leaving Joey's Lane behind we strode down to the many golden beaches of Burrator. Exiting via the dried up mangrove like swamps at the end we took road and track to Deancombe where the midges greeted us with enthusiasm. Hastily moving on we ascended the majestic Sheepstor before picking our way down and across Joey's Lane. Who was Joey ? And did he come from Australia ?
Welcoming pint at the Burrator Inn finished a most pleasant stroll.