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