It stated so well.
A warm sunny evening to go for a stroll from Lowery Cross. Local - familiar - easy, no need for all that planning stuff.
We were greeted by the lovely ladies of the moor quietly chewing the cud, then out along the Down with views down to the Reservoir. Along the leet, peaceful, quiet except for the sound of the water and bird song. The smell of banks of bluebells enhanced by the start of a misty drizzle. Lovely! The mist started to close in as we stopped for coffee (forgotten by some, thanks Liz) by the ever impressive Aqueduct. It got thicker as we followed the wall back and up to the shoulder between Sharpitor and Leather. No probs, We know where we are. Out we set avoiding the boggy bit and up but more gorse bushes than usual ?? Then the Misty Moors started playing their tricks again. Ahh! Sharpitor. On down, around, then Sharpitor again?? So where was Peek hill? But with the help of two compasses and Brenda’s gadget Peek hill was summited at last. We inspected the bunker where the great and the good of Plymouth could head out to in the event of a nuclear explosion while I, as a District Nurse in Devonport was instructed to head towards the Dockyard and hand out iodine pills!
All was well on locating the ladder stile into the deep dark woods and back to the cars.
Always an adventure to be had!
Stella