We met in that oasis of calm, Princetown CP, just the two of us and trundled out along the yellow brick road towards Meavy head. Always fascinating to watch the water bubbling up through the sand and gravel and rippling outwards. Very easy to miss not quite like leatsmeet. To think that's baby beginnings of the mighty Meavy River.
Turning down towards Devil's Bridge, though no sign of the old devil himself, crossing the straightened road, really!! (must have had one too many)
Across said road to follow the old rifle range and the lovely hut circles up to my favourite Hart Tor, the all round views were breathtaking with the sun starting to set.
This tor has a kind feel to it, don't you think?
The plan was to make our way down to Black Tor Falls for a snackette but killer ants had other ideas! Trillions of them flying into every orifice, getting in to our hair, sticking to arms, legs. They must have very hungry!
We ran, yes ran, back up hill to escape these nasty little critters
Back down Pudding Rock and over Hart Tor Brook up to Cramber Tor intending to have a quick drink there, but no, nasty little critters had taken over there too.
So, turning left again across the ridge, a bit squelchy in places and past the trig point, walking on and on till we reached Ivybridge Lane. Can't miss it can you.
Left again until the ever popular South Hess gave us the chance of drinks break.
The skies started to darken and melt into the skyline, 50 shades of grey came to mind, who'd have thought the colour grey was so colourful. Darkly fascinating!
We dropped down towards the Plume just as raindrops started to fall.
All very nice.
Brenda