WW 30th December 2020

 DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

We were promised a full moon on the program and that is what we got resplendent with all its coloured corona. ( No that is nothing to do with the virus but all to do with refracted light. )
Whitchurch DOWN:- a slight incline due north to cross the road, with not a golfer in sight. ( now that would make it interesting- golf by moonlight ) suddenly a double fence with a couple of gates? It soon became apparent it was to protect newly planted trees. A long pleasant amble to Warrens Cross. A tree covered in lights giving us a good reference point.
PlasterDOWN:- a bit of road towards Pew Tor allowed us to strike off at an angle to find Bullseye stone no. 6 and a good spot for coffee. Following the leat for a bit and then crossing the road we headed for Bleak House. This bit of the down was more water than grass. It reminded me of many years ago on one of my very few evenings out with the Thursday bikers in pouring rain. The enduring image on the same piece of ground was of cyclists silhouetted against forked lightening striking the ground around them as they cycled across a lake!! What a photo that would have made.
Shorts DOWN:- No this is not a reference to The Full Monty ( far too cold for that ) but the quiet little down that leads downhill to the sunken lane taking us to Middlemoor and thence back to the cars, and where we had the best views of the moon.

Nice not to get wet for a change, and enjoyed by all three of us.
Mike

TWW 22nd December 2020

 

The last time I did this walk you were unable to join me but today 14 of us set out from number 10. Almost the full quota. We missed you Jon.
No sun shine today, just the usual mizzly, drizzly stuff. Up, up, up to Morwell rock where the Victorians took their pleasure. No views over the Tamar valley today. On through the woods. No sun shining through the translucent new green beech leaves overhead.  Bare branches and deep wet leaves underfoot. On along the lovely old leat path to another wonderful view point but not today, just soggy seats for coffee.
But the mist cleared the water rushed and we continued on to the Tamar trails. Under the rope walks high above and down, down, down past old mine workings, imagining the busy, noisy, smelly, industrial past when others weren’t so fortunate.  Most died before they were able to enjoy retirement.
But low a wonderful luncheon spot with seats for all had been prepared.
Much refreshed we ventured back to Morwellham along Dukes Drive. With the river rushing by in full spate the intrepid walkers braved mud, puddles and barbed wire fences to battled their way back to number 10. Whereupon they enjoyed refreshment and entertainment.
A nice walk.

Stella

Beech - the Lost Spells by Robert Macfarlane

Beech gives wind speech -

 

Each branch reaches to other

branches as the gale rises;

 

Each leaf dances with other

leaves as the storm crashes.

 

Can you hear that inland sea,

it’s slow explosion?

 

High in the hill - woods, huge

surf breaks far from any ocean.

WW 16th December 2020

And it all seemed to be going so well ...

Arrived at Four Winds as the rain ceased and the forecast for crystal clear star filled skies. Bimbly out along to follow the leat and the wonderful Merrivale antiquities. Should have known something was afoot as the pixies led us to a TA stone instead of the Longstone. But plenty of time so more bimbly wimbly to the Longstone standing proud. Down and along to seek the stream and a nice crossing place for most. Gently up as a few stars appeared and the mast shone to King's - always a nice spot. Out along the ridge to Swelltor to find some comfy stones for a cuppa in the ruined hut. Easily round by assorted tracks to the Seamen's House just above where we had lunch the day before. And over to Foggintor for the promised through route. Up and over and down to the nice neat track and over the causeway - what could possibly go wrong? Then those pesky piskies started running amok, just what were they up to. Up and down and down and up and round and round surrounded by impenetrable cliffs for ages and ages and ages and ages. Finally we were back exactly where we had started. So, what to do? Reset the map and compass and make a steady course or run away - what do you think? So we ran away back to the sanctuary of the tramway by Yellowmeade, Hill Cottages and back.

Phew!

 

TWW 15th December 2020

The walk today was designed around a mild version of a pretend ‘Ten Tors’ route, tors that are within touching distance of the main road into Princetown, but still very interesting to visit – that’s what I told everyone anyway.

Heading for South Hessary Tor, our first tor, took us along and up the gravel bridle way to the tor where we turned right for tor two, Hart Tor that required us crossing open moorland with several tracks leading to the steppingstones of Hart Tor Brook that we used to cross, Hart Tor being not too far from an old target range used in the day of the ball and musket.

From Hart, the next was Black Tor after crossing the mighty River Meavy via a narrow ‘bridge’ made of rusting mild steel just over a foot wide and a legacy of WW2, perhaps in its day used for a lightweight jeep at another location, who knows?

The summit of Black Tor provided a stunning view of the surrounding moorland and a good stopping point for a quick cuppa between bouts of warm sunshine and threatening showers.

Now it was time to go to Leeden Tor after crossing the main road that leads up to Princetown. On the path to Leeden one of the more observant of our group noticed a fine specimen of ‘moon poo’, or caca de luna (moon excrement), in case you ever go to Mexico!

Reports of the substance date back as far as the 14th century when physician John of Gaddesden detailed ‘stella terrae’ in his medical writings - describing it as “a certain mucilaginous substance lying upon the earth,” and suggesting it could be used to treat abscesses. The truth is no one really knows what it is!

Making it to Leeden, Ingra was next before dropping down onto the old Princetown railway track bed near to the granite railway bridge that still seems as good as the day it was constructed, “they don’t make them like that anymore”, someone said as we walked under and past! Following the track to a right turn just past the ‘gentleman’s path’, climbed up a grassy track to Swelltor Quarries where we had our picnic in refreshing hail and rain – at least everyone had a fine granite throne to sit on!

Refreshed and fuelled up after our food, we proceeded along to the old track bed that skirts Foggintor Quarry and leads to Yellowmead Farm, passing old ruins that were once functional and cared for buildings of a past industrial era, buildings that echoed once no doubt to the laughter of children who went to Four Winds School, long since gone from a nearby site, now a useful carpark.

With farm fields to our left and quarrying waste to our right we soon turned upwards towards Hollow Tor, making our way over patches of saturated sphagnum moss topped up by the recent weather, great for keeping our boots clean and supple.

After Hollow our penultimate tor was Rundlestone Tor that today offered wonderful views towards Little Mis and Great Mis tors in the distance, all in glorious sunshine too!

Last on the list was North Hessary Tor, base camp for the communications mast that on a clear day that can be seen from a lot of Dartmoor. The tor itself is surrounded by boggy ground, but today for us it is the gateway to our decent path down into Princetown, with the smell of brewing beer awaiting us to welcome us back to the edge of the village, sadly for us no actual beer to drink though, that will have to wait to better times!

Charlie 

WW 9th December 2020

 

Oh what a night

Late December back in 2020

What a special time for us

As I remember, what a night!

Mind you, I don't think the Four Seasons and us were talking about the same thing!

Oh what a night as the night walkers set off from Princetown CP, past the Christmas tree, brightly coloured down the Two Bridges road passed ever more decorated houses trying to up lift the spirits. Turning into the track where the fancy iron work has been left to rot, up to the gates and past Bachelors Hall and Bull Park, past shiny clean cars! On Dartmoor! Onto the Conchies Road.

We're on the road to nowhere

Come on outside

Takin' that road to nowhere

We'll take that walk.

Talking Heads must have written this specifically!!

Trying to dodge big puddles squelchy bogs, jumping from tussock to tussock was very tiring crossing rickety bridge over the Strane River, until the the way to Peat Cott was visible. Thank goodness, but more trials! The field was a mud trap that tested our balance and sense of humour. I could burst into song again but I won't!

A nice cuppa in the dry sanctuary of the little Chapel was thwarted. It was locked, such a shame. Instead tea was taken under trees that dripped steadily into our tea cups.

Out once more to find Ivybridge Lane, can only be described as boring and dependable, always finds its way to Princetown, just as well when I'm leading a walk!

Back to the cars, oh what a night!

Brenda

TWW 8th December 2020

 

A day out into Tier 1 for the majority started with black ice on the roads in Tier 2, but not to be defeated all those from over the border arrived in time.
Before starting everyone climbed into full waterproofs, it was to be another typically Cornish winter outing. It was then off to the quarry via The Piper’s stone adjacent to the Hurlers where Raz, being a Cornishman, explained. To where the teenagers tombstone in the summer, we came across the remnants of an old smelting house with tunnels at either end.
From the quarry it was over the gate and onto the old farmhouse for a coffee break. Then onwards to the old railway track and then across the stream where the pedestrian gate had gained a chain and padlock since the leader had last walked this route. There then followed the climb up to Twelve Mens Moor and Kilmar Tor where we followed the old tramway where the stones were carried to Minions or the workshop in the quarry on our route to Sharp Tor. Unfortunately the stonemasons were not in evidence but there was plenty of evidence of their continuing work here. It also provided a spot for lunch with plenty of stone available as seats.
Then off to Sharp Tor and down to pass the farm where you are not allowed to walk the 20 metres at the end of the tramway to the dead end road! Finally we took the Cheese Ring virgins up through the iron age fort and back to the cars just as it started to rain again.
Peter M

WW 2nd December 2020

It was forecast to be wet wet wet but we didn't really need waterproofs for the whole walk. They did some sterling work those leat builders, following contours for miles and delivering fresh water to various farms, cottages and hamlets via controlled flow to subsidiary water courses. It was probably cutting edge technology in its day.

So the idea was to follow the leat from the crossroads near Oakley Cottage and see how many bullseye stones we could find. A map with highlighted dots helped us to find five by the time we got to Windy Post. Following the leat further up stream past the wheelwrights stone and the wonderful little aqueduct towards Merrivale we struck off towards Vixen Tor were the graffiti sprawled on the walls by the 'get off my land' brigade looked fresher than ever. So back via Pew Tor, a quick check on the goldfish (well hidden ) then looping back to the cars under a clear moon. That was good.

Mike

TWWs 1st December 2020

 Another day, another month and another walk from the door.  A cool, dry December day, with the sun shining through a little high cloud.  Out along the Brentor Road, past Higher Springs, and uppity up to the top of Gibbet Hill to enjoy the fine views of the western tors.  No body hanging out here today though, just a couple of ponies.  Then down, down, down to the A386, and Wheal Betsy.  It seems funny that this engine house has been standing for 160 years, yet it was only used for the first nine of them!

Across Cholwell Brook and up onto Kingsett Down.  A slight detour to investigate the spoil heaps and the rain gauge, before arriving at Wheal Jewel reservoir resplendent (??) with its new EE phone mast.  A search for a sheltered spot in the weakening sunshine found an ideal place to stop for a cuppa.  Down again to Zoar, Creason, and past Chilly Wood to Hill Bridge.  Another abortive search for a County Stone, before heading off along the leat.  Part way along, we came upon a curious sight – a man in waders standing in the leat re-laying the stonework! 

Up the track and into Horndon, past the telephone box looking rather unloved, and showing its age, but apparently still in use.  Down the track behind a forlorn looking Elephant’s Nest, and across the fields to Bennet’s Dry (not really as it no longer has a roof!).  A short break for a bite of lunch.  The sun had by now disappeared, and the breeze had got up, giving an incentive to get on the move again.  Down to St Mary’s Church, and a chance to pay our respects at the grave of William Crossing.  Along the road and up Buller’s Hill to the Mary Tavy Inn sadly still closed, but due to open in a couple of weeks for those wanting a substantial drink with their Scotch egg.  Along the Jubilee Path, and back to base.

Phil

WW 25th November 2020

Wow, what a fine evening with a 90% waxing gibbous. To set out from Norsworthy to soon pause for the space station to soar over - seven crew at the moment. By Middleworth, past Snappers, round Little Down with very bright lights ahead. And there, in the shelter from a most gentle breeze, a group bouldering with a very bright light - a nice way to spend a few hours. On to Down hoping to see the new Starlink satellites - but no sign. Down and across to check on the reversing stone and round to Combeshead. Gently down to Cuckoo Rock and the lovely track back - just time to check on the corrugated iron, no inhabitants. And back - be lovely when we can once again enjoy these lovely evenings together.

TWWs 24th November 2020

 

Off we went from the quarry carpark near Cox Tor – I and several fellow TW walkers, who were hopefully present in spirit, though certainly not in person.  With a freshening southerly wind at our backs we went up towards Great Staple Tor but made a distinctly watery diversion to see the ruin of the Tinner’s Hut.   How well concealed it is from the casual passer-by!  After pausing to admire the views from Great Staple Tor in the presence of some completely indifferent cattle we moved on to Roos Tor, down towards Higher Godsworthy, and then up towards Stephen’s Grave.  From there, the route was via bridleway and footpath to the now defunct Peter Tavy swimming pool for a refreshment stop.  Would my phantom companions want to indulge a passion for wild swimming?  Certainly not I!   Onward then, up past Great Combe Tor, just above which we were overtaken by a very energetic fell runner and dog.   The runner certainly had much greater aerobic capacity than I, though his black Labrador did seem to be somewhat distracted by the sheep droppins lying around on the ground.   By now the weather was closing in and prudence dictated contouring round, rather than climbing, Cox Tor and the route led back to the car park.   The runner had not been deterred, however, for he passed again, going downhill at speed, clearly having conquered the summit.  Altogether a very enjoyable 10.3 km – the only drawback was the complete reticence of my companions!

Peter C

WW 18th November 2020

Well, now that's a lot better
Some stars!
From the school
To the bluebell walk

Follow the yellow dots
All peaceful and calm
By the new house
(Folk living there)
To St. Leonard's
Such a peaceful spot
Round and up
To Sheepstor
With the odd squall
Joey's
New stile
Dam Dam

Burrator fully full
And back

Most pleasant

TWWs 17th November 2020

 

It's raining, it's pouring but the old man was missing. Shapley CP was not a hospitable place to be.

Nonetheless, being strong, determined out in all weather's couple of walkers, up through Shapley Common passing remarkable hut circles with what looked like spaghetti farfalle scattered around them. Those ancient brits knew a thing too!! Even made their own spaghetti!!!

Onto Shapley Tor and then Hookney Tor when the low cloud opened up for a brief nanosecond to reveal the Headland Warren Farm below and the path leading to the aptly named Grimspound (today at least).

Turning sharply eastwards trying to find the path that leads to Heather combe across Hameldown, so many paths to choose from, the poles erected to stop wartime aircraft land, standing strong and lonely and somehow defiant.

Trees appeared out of the mist and Heather Combe was in sight. So many trees and rhododendrons taken down, looks very different.

One of the posts of the three fishes depicting the Lord's Prayer was passed. Alas, no bread to go with them!!

Passing pretty cottages on to the Two Moors way, paths seem to have been changed and give a tidy up.

Through various farms with wonderful knarled and hollow trunks to find a soggy bank to eat soggy sandwiches wrapped in limp clingfilm with lukewarm tea. Oh how we know how to live!

On on through massive gateposts and unusual ones too through the timeless farm that never throws anything away including the rubbish but has a beautiful ash house close to it.

Getting closer to 'home' now, finally to Leapra Cross which has been overcome with the Holly and the Ivy, most sad but appropriate at this time year I suppose.

Back to the cars, muddied but happy.

See you all soon

Brenda

WW 11th November 2020

 
Well, good job I don't have a dog 'cos certainly not an evening to take a dog out. It blew and blew and rained and rained up at Lowery Cross. So out along with some shelter from the wall to find a beautiful Fly Agaric - been a good year for fun guys. Onward and downward to seek the leat take-off which was well gummed up with leaves. Plenty of overflow following the leat and out where the gate used to be. Lovely evening with the weather behind and plenty of muddy puddles. To Cross Gate where the now frequent rushing torrent headed down the road and by where the orchids bloom. Around and about and when it was time to turn and face it - it eased. No more wind and little rain so just a nice plidgy plodge back. Hopefully only three more weeks and we can enjoy these dark wet evenings together. 

TWWs 10th November 2020

 

WW 4th November 2020

 

What a wonderful evening for a night walk. The first real cold, clear night of the year, the last WW for a while unfortunately. We set off along the lovely old footpath from Merrivale to Daveytown through Longash farm and over the stream, tonight in full dramatic flow rushing down to meet the River Walkham.

A short diversion from the path to explore an old ruined farm with a full set of stadle stones minus their tops. Then a little further on a lovely little mossy Tor.

Bright lights were approaching? Other walkers? Dartmoor Rescue? No Bikers slithering and sliding along the muddy track.

On up to find Hucken Tor, a bit of a circuitous route through the old field walls but eventually over the stile and there it was, quite an impressive pile of rocks approached from below and lovely views from the top in the moonlight. Once on the King Tor track those bikers again and a familiar voice “hello Mike”! It was the Thursday biker boys and girls out for a blast before lockdown.  We followed their lights down over the stream again and up and along the stone rows back to the cars. We tend to take the Merrivale remains for granted having walked past them so often but they are an amazing group of Bronze Age reminders of the past. The large Cist is thought to have been built for an important warrior chief. Shame that in 1870 a farmer cut out the middle of the huge topping stone for a gate post! 

Stella

PS: While doing a Recce for this walk I came upon some large blue containers among the dense gorse full of soil and it one a strange plant flourished. What could it be? Raz suggested cake!

Stella

TWW 3rd November 2020

Well, we met again for the last time for a while.  There had been concerns about the amount of water that might be around but in the end there was only a couple of brief showers and the ordered sunshine also appeared!

We set off, mainly from the vicinity of the car park at Gutter Tor – someone really must ‘have a word’ about the military filling up the car park!  Up and over said Tor to find the longhouse (yes it was one of those expeditions again), mill stone, unfinished cross and wonderful Vermin trap.  Gotetorre settlement was first mention in 1281.  Then on and around, with a brief discussion with locals on quad bikes about hunting gates and cows being rounded up, to the next farmstead destination – Ringmoor Down (possibly Yeolaland tenement mentioned in records in 1566).  A couple of quite clearly seen longhouses here and a cow kindly demonstrating the use of the lower part of the building.

Down the track, past the very distinctive corn ditch, to Legis Tor farmstead – not quite so easy to make out the buildings here as most of the stone had been removed to be reused in the Legis Tor Warren walls.  Then down to Legis Lake – the leader had been concerned about the crossing of this, not being renowned for her keenness of “water crossings” however it was safely negotiated.  Tables had been booked via internet for coffee at the next farmstead (Legis Lake) but there was obviously a problem with connection as no one was there to open up for us.  So, we just helped ourselves, settling in nicely socially distanced around the long house.

On with the rest of the walk – some breathed a sigh of relief at leaving the medieval period behind - across Ringmoor Down via Brisworthy Stone circle and Ringmoor down stone row – nicely comfortably bronze age!

A quick dip then into a more modern era via lanes and Sheepstor village to pop back out on the Moor below Sheepstor for a lunch stop in the pleasant sunshine.  As the clouds drew in again the last stretch was round rather soggily underfoot (as despite appearances the rain held off) along the leat to the fourfold stone ring – or is it a spiral??   Then back through more squelch to the cars, to wish everyone a fond farewell until December (hopefully not happy Christmas yet!)

Jane

WW 28th October 2020

Goodness me! Now that was dark - dark, dark, dark. Out from the Dam, where the hydro softly hums, and round and round, right round. With the windy water and the ducks disturbed. Over the dam and round by the other one. Somewhat muddily by Longstone where the fisherfolk aren't. The level just low enough to keep inside the road. To a busy Norsworthy where the red fluorescent people had gathered. And back to the muddy trail, along along by all the signs (just so, so many signs - SWW just love their signs) to the pipe and back. It only rained once - when back at the car. A fine evening to be out and about - total ascent and descent 69m apparently.

TWW 27th October 2020

A horrible forecast..wet and gusty ..wind

..mists hugging Staddon heights..better keep backs to the wind ! Well within minutes of setting off there were brighter cracks in the sky as we headed towards Jennicliff and on around Staddon Fort.

Lovely green views towards Bovisand as we turned north towards Radford Woods and a coffee break at the log circle.

We reached the shores of Radford Lake and roamed the follies at St Keverne's Quay with historical connections to Drake , Raleigh , Howard and Hawkins  and their celebrations at Radford House following Armada conquests in 1588.

Through the park and on to the Castle and beyond to the resting place of many water craft on the edge of Hooe Lake. On to Turnchapel and amazingly an increasingly sunny sky as we strode on to lunch on the end of Mountbatten Breakwater..New World !! And Terry's very welcome message.

Anne

WW 21st October 2020

 

Flap flappy flap flap, more of that later, but now we walk, we walk, we walk from Pork Hill CP and circumnavigate Cox tor. Its a mighty tor with its own little satellite tor called Little Cox tor. Well I never!! Unfortunately couldn't see it, couldn't see anything at all, all those twinkling light from towns and villages, normally seen, nothing! All due to real dartemoory weather.

When we bumped into higher Godsworthy farm gate we swerved right and up towards Beckamore dip where the dreary dew pond was more than full. On on, straight on with nothing to see until we fell over one of the Duke of Bedford bound stones warning the quarrymen not to take stone from the tor. This particular stone was directly in front of the original rock with the incised circle, one of fourteen on natural rock around Roos Tor

Flap, flappy flap! What is that noise, its getting louder. A few metres further on climbing onto Roos to find a sheltered place for welcome warm drink. There it was again! Flappy flap flap only louder. Clever one amongst us called its the flag, are they firing? No red light was showing. Thank goodness for that. Flap flap.

Thirst quenched, on across the saddle to the wonderful Staple tor originally called Steeple tor. On down to Middle Staple and finally a lovely green path led us down to little Staple ahhhh so sweet! It meant the cars were in sight and the rain stopped.

Happy flappy flap

Brenda

TWW 20th October 2020

 

The weather was good, dry and clear for walking with much blustery wind that an average politician would envy!

A steep climb up the girt across the road, put us on the path to Hurston Ridge with Chagford Common to our left and to our right, the distant evergreen trees of Fernworthy Forrest. Taking a slight detour off our Hurston path we visited to the first of two double stone rows that we would see on this walk, two of 71 to be found on Dartmoor, the best place in the UK for such rows of course! This one was in good condition, with its standing stone having been ‘made good’ back in 1894 guarding the top end of the row.

Once clear of this open moorland we proceeded to our designated ‘coffee/tea stop’ adjacent to the waters of Fernworthy reservoir where I had specially arranged for benches to be put for our comfort whilst having our drinks and to imagine what it would be like to be out on the windblown and very choppy water surface!

Our circular path around the water’s edge took us past the sloping wall of the reservoir’s dam that was foaming white from the agitated water flowing down its granite face before disappearing in a small stream below, this overflow water never reaching Torbay to be used by one and all for drinking and other purposes.

Leaving the sight of the water’s edge our route took us along the reservoir road to the point where we entered Fernworthy Forrest and up a long gentle gravel slope towards Assycombe Hill and our second double stone row and the place where we would stop for our picnic. This stone row is one of the steepest on Dartmoor and is in a wonderful location, surrounded by a wide stretch of cut grass and tall trees, a great place to stop to enjoy the location, even though the wind through the trees provided a constant roar.

Picnics finished we soon left the forest for gorgeous open moorland, sunny, windswept and stunning distant views as we wind buffeted our way along the narrow path back and down to our start point, skirting Water Hill and Kings Oven along the way with an eventual slight sniff of open fire woodsmoke drifting in the wind from the Warren House Inn confirming we had made it back safely.

Charlie

WW 14th October 2020

 

It wasn't a squeeze to get in the car park, it was completely impossible it was rammed with vans, crew cabs, cars and a goodly number of camouflaged members of the military with more turning up all the time.

So it was head torches on from the start as we set off past the brightly lit scout hut along Edwards path to Eastern tor. The sky was mostly clear and Mars was looking even redder than usual as the stars all started to appear.

Next it was down through lots of antiquities and some rather squidgy bits to the main stone row in giants basin with its two huge standing stones. Up to Higher Hartor Tor for coffee then across to the top end of Evil Combe (much drier than the lower end).

A short traipse through the tussocks to find the track to Eylesbarrow. A bit of a surprise to find a soldier sat in the dark at the track junction, obviously there to check the others weren't short cutting on their yomp.

We followed the pairs of stones which is all that remains of the water powered flat rod system down to the huge wheel pit. It must have been something to behold when it was all working. Then it was a hunt for the PCWW boundary markers. Easy in daylight but more difficult at night particularly when there are soldiers imitating standing stones all over the place.

A wonderful night to be out there. A touch of winter in the air but clear and dry, what more could you wish for?

Mike

TWW 13th October 2020

 
It certainly was black black over Bill's Mother's as we headed north to Sourton. Soon time for waterproofs as the squalls scudded by. Out and up to the ice works and roundily down the corrie (!?) to Shelstone for a nice cuppa near the handle. The long steady plodge took us up to Branscombe's Loaf where the rain rained. Out along aiming towards Gren as it popped in and out of the mist to find the B17 site. It seems as though the wreckage continues to disappear into the peat. Onward to Gren itself as the sky lightened and the optimists were sure, just sure, they could see the silly old sea. The bridge provided a nice sheltered spot for lunch as the sun started to pop out. Squalls still all around but we were in the clear to head to the points and down to Sourton Tor where an orange stick provided some interest. Ziggedly zaggedly down to the lovely church and back to the cars. So, thanks to Michael for booking the sunshine for lunch and the committee for guiding us round.

WW 7th October 2020

 
Well we had hoped for the ISS and the Draconid meter shower, but, the opportunity seemed somewhat thwarted as fog lights were needed to find the car park. Never mind, the plan always was for a fungus foray (more successfully than last time!). Up to Sharpitor and along to Peek Hill admiring the DPA stone as we passed by. Not too steeply down by Lower Lowry barn and roundily by the leat to Cross Gate. And more down to a remarkably quiet Norsworthy Bridge - just where is everybody? Mind you it makes a lovely spot for a cuppa. To the fungus trail which was truly superb. Sulphur Tufts in abundance and possibly Magic - I cannot possibly confirm. A beautiful Fly Agaric gently resting and then the real treat - a set of Russula looking superb. Over the stile and back along the track to Lethertor Bridge and the farm itself. Up to the leat and sneakily through the woods to find the stile and somewhat prickly to the cars. Bang on 2145 - but 'NO' the pubs are shut. Still a lovely evening to be out for a wander.

TWW 6th October 2020

 

It was cloudy but dry as six walkers plus two dogs set out from Long Ash car park.  Down, down, down towards the Magpie viaduct, then a quick up and we were on the Drakes Trail.  There waiting to meet us was a beaming face we have not seen on our walks for many a week.  After exchanging the usual pleasantries, and comparison of haircuts, we were off along the Trail and over Gem Bridge.  Of course, we could not pass by the swing without the boys having a play!  On through the dimly lit and drippy Grenofen tunnel.  A short climb up to the Drakes Café left some hoping for a coffee stop, but the leader had other ideas.  Across the A386 and down the road to Grenofen Bridge.  A quick search failed to locate the “County Stone”, so over the bridge and time to stop for a brew.  Suitably refreshed, we retraced our steps over the bridge, bade farewell to our convalescing friend (who set off for home).  We followed the Walkham down-stream, past the Walkham and Poldice mine to Double Waters, and arrived at the fishermen’s shelter six walkers but only one dog.  While some ate lunch, others hunted for the missing hound.

“Where is Bella, where is Bella

Has she gone to find a fella?

We must find her or we just can’t go!”

With lunch completed, there seemed little option but to continue our walk.  But as we set of to pick up the West Devon Way, Misty started barking at something in the undergrowth.  Then with much relief to her owner, Bella emerged the licking her lips, as if to say “what’s all the fuss about?”.  With lead attached to prevent another disappearance, we made our way steadily uphill past Bucktor and back to Long Ash.

Phil (with apologies to John Betjeman)

WW 30th September 2020

 

Well it blew and rained all day not an auspicious sign for our trip out to Rilla Mill on the edge of Bodmin Moor, but low and behold it calmed down and apart from a short sharp shower on our way to the RV the evening was dry and the wind had died.

From the car park we passed through the first of many gates into woodland above the old mill leat and passed the remnants of old quarries and mines steadily climbing to pass Westcott, probably the home of the original owner of the Westcott Mine, then on our way to the appropriately named Uphill. After a short bit of road we took the track to Colquite Cottage, where it was recommended that access by 4x4 was the only way to get to the cottage, this was however not our destination. By now it was dark so we did not get a clear sighting of the Llamas.

We then descended through Colquite Wood to the bank of the River Lynher, pronounced Liner, to pass the rope suspension bridge, we did of course test it out but it was an out and back crossing as our route continued on the left bank. As we reached the road there was a notice board for the Stara Community Woodland, Colquite being one of three connected woods with trails to walk. Visitors are encouraged to bring gardening gloves and secateurs to help with maintenance as you walk the paths.

Then it was across the County Bridge to follow the right hand bank on the river’s descent into Rilla Mill, unfortunately the mill was demolished in the 1960’s as a hazard to road traffic!

Crossing the road to join the Caradon Trail but not for very long as we turned off the road to climb out of the valley to Sutton, a small hamlet that seems to be occupied by the wealthy, from where we descended again to Plushabridge.

A short climb up the road and left to cross the fields where again we had a perfect sighting of the Space Station, then it was time to climb to the bench situated to get views across the valley towards Caradon Mast. Finally we walked through the Dog Training assault course, where we were urged not to play, into the village past the pub to pick up the path to Westcott which took us back to the cars. We had passed through 12 gates, climbed 13 stiles and crossed 5 bridges + one for fun, and everyone was unique.

A daytime walk in the woodland with ice and snow looks like a must for the New Year.

Peter

TWW 29th September 2020

 

Where was our man with machete? Not with us that's for sure, when we struggled through shoulder height bracken following the winding Wallabrook to the north west corner of Soussons.

There, right on the wall corner was a puzzling boundary stone, a new piece of granite with 2000 on it. Not shown on any maps, no info anywhere. Too modern apparently, replacing an older stone in the old wall showing the boundaries between the parishes of North Bovey and Widdecombe where they meet the official boundary of Dartmoor Forest.

Scrambling over the wall and barbed wire for a living statues photo shoot, impressive! And following easy paths lined with colourful fly agarics, we skirted past poor Ephraim avoiding the Pinch point per the government's guidelines until reaching Soussons Farm which appears to be a holiday home.

Through the boggy ford, up the field, through the gates onto the lands of the wonderful Challacombe Farm. Here the magic begins. Lazy troll still sleeps. The pixies have started to rebuild their empire. The Iceland and Shetland sheep are very prettily dainty and then, the one and only Piggy who loves someone to give her a good scratch.

Onwards again the mass of Hameldown on our right, onto Headland Warren Farm, looking very chocolate box, and their fields of alpacas. Before the WW11 this place was a pub:-

Jan Roberts lives here

Sells cider and beer

Your hearts for to cheer

And if you want meat

To make up a treat

Here be rabbits to eat

After that, selling cream teas before reverting back to a farm. A good place for a spot socially distanced lunch before trudging up to a busy Birch Tor. Lovely views towards the Warren House and our parked cars and the men in high viz with their speed traps or were they checking the social distancing?

Brenda

WW 23rd September 2020

 

Well those crane flies were certainly going at it hammer and tongs. Mind you if you never eat and only live for a week I guess you have to get on with things. As for us ...

We waved goodbye to the golfers as they packed it in for the day and set off down the first hole. Round Yeoland Consols Mine which was worked from around 1600 until it closed in 1892. Across the down and along to seek what we had all been promised. We searched and searched but no sign at all, perhaps it has been just a bit too dry - worth another look later. And on to pause as the clouds rolled in but our ever reliable spotter saw it just peeping through a gap in the clouds. The light gently faded as we headed uphill to the Iron Age hill fort. And there heaps of fly agarics providing a sumptuous feast for all sorts of creepy crawlies especially the crane flies who deemed it the perfect spot to mate. Over to the trig point and on to cross the busy, busy A386. Turning the corner a fine track was found and at last some stones to sit on for a nice cuppa. By now all the stars that can be had popped out and a quick check was made that the Pole Star was in its correct location. Wibbly to the golf course where we manged to complete another five holes. (What truly amazing grass, indeed we wondered if it actually could be real grass.) And then, there it was again soaring overhead for a perfect siting. To think we had walked all of 5km while they had been right round the world. Over the road and back for a quick trip to the 'A' stone. It was commented that it might be the flattest walk ever. So there's a challenge; who can do a walk with less than 74m of ascent and descent?

TWW 22nd September 2020

A nice early start in the undecided mist.

Down through the fields to Buckland and steeper down to reach  the Tavy and it's tales.

Past the weir for a nice spot for coffee and to see a big fish jump in the still water. And two ladies swimming. "Alright once you get in !!" they shouted.

Hatch Mill next. 1861 said the date stone. An undershot wheel , a leat , a host of ivy covered machines and a floriferous compost heap kept us occupied. 

Then the long trudge up. Past where Bertha bridge stood 'til the 1979 floods and at the top a tangled copse labelled as "Chapel (Site of)" on older maps. 

Lady Bertha mine , obscured by private woodland and the private lane to Balstone , once boasted six buddles !!

Leaving the tarmac the rubbly lane guided us to the southern slopes of Berra Tor and South Bertha mine. At an altitude of 162m it is one of the lowest tors and seldom visited. More interest here was the Iron Age defended settlement with its univallate bank and ditch enclosing an oval field. Cannot find evidence of it being excavated..yet.

Downhill for lunch at the Virtuous Lady Mine and the drizzle. A kingfisher delighted all with a lengthy fly past and grey wagtails and another fish also put in an appearance.

Past Double Waters now and Bucktor. Along the West Devon Way where high bracken disguised the possible sighting of three longhouse sites and nearer the cars a fourth house also eluded.

Some may go back in the winter when the bracken is flatter !

Anne

WW 16th September 2020

 Super sunset, bats, bats, bats and skylarks.

As we left Four Winds the sun was rapidly setting. Just nice time to head over to Over Tor for the full effect. Still plenty of light to go on to Little Mis and Great Mis. A visit to the Pan was a must and then a winding way steadily down to avoid the worse of all the clitter. A truly huge rock provided a nice spot for a cuppa and predictably by the time we had finished our snacks it was time to get the headtorches out. Down, down as the flirties rose in clouds to the ford over the Walkham. Down the bank to seek the blowing house, but we missed it - must pop back and check exactly where it is. By now the flirties were in super abundance and delightfully more bats than any of us could ever recall were soon zooming round us for a feast. It was really wonderful to see so many bats. And then we saw a couple of skylarks resting on the ground - probably overfull tummies from all the flies. Round the enclosed land of Shillapark to drop down to Merrivale where the light shone from the phonebox. Past the now closed Eversfield snack bar where some had popped in for a crafty drink on their way out. (It looks like a very nice spot for some lunch.) Over the old bridge and up to the stone rows, cairns, and cists back to the cars.

A super duper evening to be out on the moor.

TWW 15th September 2020

We set off from Bennett’s Cross carpark with cars double banked to fit in. Our route crossing the road to pick up the Two Moors Way, skirting Hurston Ridge walking towards Chagford Common passing a fine example of a double stone row and standing stone at the end looking on to Fernworthy Forrest and of course views to die for on this warm and humid day. We soon turned off the moors way to drop down to Hurston following a classic stone wall surely built by a Master stone Waller.

Time now for a well-earned tea stop in light cooling rain, however as part of the pre-planning a huge log and picnic bench had been laid on for us – most welcome and not the norm for our walks!

Our path took us now to Jurston and past derelict and spooky farm buildings, part of a 90-acre farm that will soon be for sale at a local auction according to a local and knowledgeable lady who was a neighbour of the property. For someone with very deep pockets the location is in an idyllic spot – some of us were keen to move there. 

Across the farm’s fields we now went towards Lettaford, encountering a poorly sheep with a black bar marking on its back along the way that was unable to stand, help was sought for the sheep and it was also reported to a passing farmer – we hoped for a humane outcome.

Lettaford did not disappoint with its collection of fine granite buildings topped with mature weathered thatch, could be a great location for a period drama – maybe one day.

Heading now for Moorgate, we stopped first on a sloping field for our picnic before setting off for the path below Combe Down that leads to west Coombe Farm, an eclectic mixture of everything that a farm might have to catch the interest of a passing walker.

Through the farmyard to the start of what appears to be a stairway to heaven in the form of an upward never-ending farm track towards the clouds with Shapley Tor to our right, and King Tor way to the left. Once ‘over the top’ we dropped down to cross the Firth Bridge road, still following the Tow Moors Way path on the other side.

Although the moorland heather was well past its peak, for bee’s hard work was still the order of the day. This was clear whilst passing through an avenue of beehives with bees coming and going from the small hive entrances, all hives awaiting collection along our path.

Continuing ever upward past the hives with Birch Tor to our left, we were soon in sight of our Bennett’s Cross carpark and not a bee sting to report and another good walk under our belts!   

Charlie

WW 9th September 2020

Always nice to have a set of objectives and even nicer to achieve them. A surprisingly cool northerly to set off from Pork Hill. To head down to the wheelwright's stone and cottage as the sun started to dip. Swiftly across the mire to catch what was left and enjoy Vixen Tor. Where a spectral figure appeared to be walking across to the tor. To Heckwood to just check on the Devil's Fingers - no sign; be a few more weeks yet. Round Pew and along by the chisel to seek the goldfish. No sign of them but I am sure they are lurking - a nice spot for a cuppa. Along and back along the Grimstone and Sortridge Leat to hunt the bull stones. We found three but there may be more yet to find. We met a photographer at Windy Post who was waiting for the classic picture of the Milky Way above the leaning cross. Certainly all the stars were out as we headed over Barn Hill and the cars. A most pleasant evening to be out and about - and DRY feet!

TWW 8th September 2020

And, yes the forecast was for cloud, just a bit surprised to find that the top of ground was higher up than the bottom of the cloud. All made for a most atmospheric tour of some of the farms and caves at Burrator. Lots and lots to see of the farms that were 'cleared' when the reservoir was built. So round and about we went along all sorts of tracks and trails on a very mild morning. Firstly in and out Narrator Brook to the ford at Combshead for a nice cuppa. Up and over by Hingston stone row where we actually saw some soldiers busy navigating - perfect weather for it. Down to Newleycombe where we were in the mist last Wednesday to the farm for a spot of lunch. Rather too meanderingly round to Crazywell (Classywell?) and on. Through the woods to Keaglesborough mine and cave. A few more folk about by now and then, out of the sky no less, the sun suddenly popped out - MY it was warm! So finally to the cave, farm and fogou at Lethertor and down to the cars. Care taken to leave a few farms and perhaps some more caves for later.

WW 2nd September 2020

There is always a Wednesday walk each autumn when it suddenly seems much darker than the week before, this was it, added to by thick mist and rain. "Proper Dartmoor."

The dictionary describes a gully as a water worn ravine or deep artificial channel and we set of to find some of them on the southern side of Cramber Hill. Goodness those ancient miners certainly did a lot of digging around there. A short stop for coffee by the Older Bridge track then down another gully to the beautiful Newlycombe Lake which seemed rather mysterious and longer than usual in the conditions. Along the leat to Older Bridge and back. Someone said it was 'purgatory' but I rather enjoyed it.

Mike

TWW 1st September 2020

'There be many spikey, prickly things and dragons (possibly or were they velociraptors???) lurking in the undergrowth’ was the warning.  Well ok no actual dragons or even velociraptors , even though someone thoughtfully brought apples to feed to them!  But much prickly stuff and all had sensibly donned full legs.

We set off to skirt round Yar Tor through the first lot of prickly stuff, no Llamas this time, to find the Money pit and the Mill stone.   Then on to the Cave Penny memorial on the Belstone bible stone – and no, we still don’t know why so named.  On up to Corndon Tor and along and down the ridge to a nice disused quarry and grass bank for a cuppa.  The dangerous Christmas trees were still well contained and made no threat.

Down a lovely old drift lane to the built over clapper bridge and then up to Row Tor and the Malim memorials. A short step along the road to the destination of Hutholes, making a restful, quiet oasis amongst the ruins for a sunny lunch stop.  Hutholes is believed to be the original site of Dewdon (Jordan) Manor which was abandoned in the 14^th Century.

Refreshed we headed down past the now treeless stone cross to have a quick look at the beautiful current, 17^th Century, Jordan Manor house.  Past the Mill, which was first recorded in 1288 and skirting round to the bridge again.  Then up the hill to another deserted long house, Dinna Clerks.  This involved more prickly stuff, bracken bashing and some imagination to see the remains.  This one was abandoned c.1300 after a fire.  The turf roof collapsed and buried some treasures to await excavation in 1960’s/70’s.

Last stretch now contouring round Corndon and you guessed it, more prickly stuff.  Some took a ‘short cut’ back to the cars that turned out not to be so short.  The rest passed Ollsbrim cross and took a quick look at a very large hut circle before a welcome return to the cars with at least one very tired dog.  (Though a couple of us did venture down to the Eastern Coombe long house ruins because of the ‘sheep stealing proclivities').

Jane

WW 26th August 2020

We parked by Brimpts and wandered through the farm buildings; yes, yes, I know, but us tight wads were too mean to pay the parking meter just for one hour.

The heavy horses had a nice new home, unfortunately they must have been on holiday!

On through the yard, lovely light on Yar Down, to reach Dolly's Cot. Dolly was a very attractive farm girl who caught the eye of royalty, so her handsome jealous husband hid her away in this cottage. Silly man, they could have made a lot of money out of that situation. Maybe she did, as eventually she moved to Dolly Treble's Cottage to live out her life.

The path beside the Dart was washed away in places leaving only witches fingers to grab our ankles. The stepping stones were easy to negotiate until the last but one, always is, isn't it, but after the usual scriching and squawking and help from my walking mate, leapt!!! across and continued over the flat squelchy bit to the seat in memory of two sisters whose names escape me. We tarried awhile admiring the view before being attacked by malicious midges, nasty things.

Moving on across little stone bridge, passing Rogues Roost and Rogues Rest. Wonder if they were lovable!? No, no they were not. Sheep rustlers lived there and cock fighting was practiced nearby.

Down across a boggy field passing through mossy gates, up to Yar Down. With the tor in sight we passed Mrs Galloway wearing a pristine white belt and finally it was there, wow, Yar Tor's very own Maze, or cairn maze to be exact, what an interesting place just right for a refreshing beverage and to peruse what was left of the sunset and unusual sky colourings.

Down we tracked towards the Cave - Penny memorial cross. The stone on which it sits is called the Belstone Bible. WHY?

Over the road to track down the coffin stone, difficult to see the markings in our head torches but it feeds the imagination never the less.

Down, down to Dartmeet and the long drag back to the cars. The pixies had left all the lights on but didn't appear to be home, strange place!

At last the cars came into view, 9-45 but sadly, no pub.

Well that was interesting, you should have been there.

Brenda