TWW 30th November 2021


Thirteen of us gathered at Bere Alston station on a special day as Charlie was walking for the first time since his hip replacement, and Michael joined us too.

We set off in cloudy weather, making our way through straggling housing, then through woods down to Tuckermarsh Quay. This had been the final walk before lockdown in March 2020, led by Amber and Colin – we weren’t sure whether we were in a better position now! Michael also revealed we’d done the same walk on almost the same day four years - a  coincidence!

After our first coffee stop, the sun came out and we hugged the river bank, under the viaduct, with good views of Calstock,  Danescombe (and the fabulous ex-hotel there),  and Cotehele Quay. Then we started to climb slowly back up, stopping for coffee and cake at the picnic tables by South Ward farm, before making our way through open fields where Jane whooped with joy as she hit her target of 1,000 kilometres for the year – with a month to spare – impressive!

Back at the station, people were kind enough to say they had enjoyed the walk – the autumnal colours were superb and there was much banter. Most of us then went on to The Ship at Morwellham for soup, sandwiches (and of course, chips). We were very conscious of the following day being Terry’s funeral, so we toasted his memory and hoped that all would go well – in fact, it was an incredibly impressive event with a great turnout, testimony to the man and a life well lived, bless him.

Liz

WW 24th November 2021

 

The forecast is for a cold, damp, cloudy, dark evening ... so what to do? Well it's Wednesday so no choice really. Out to Two Bridges and gently along by the new stile to the always superb Wistman's. It is always better in the evening and a nice spot for a cuppa. Very little wind so not too cold after all. A warming stretch up to Longaford to the summit, of course. Now the stars start to pop out and as we wend our way the moon softly rises. A really lovely evening after all.

Did not even bother with the Two Bridges, on to the ever reliable Prince of Wales which was actually rather busy. We speculated on the drinkers at the adjacent table and reckon they are putative ice warriors getting ready to trek to the New North Pole. Mind you if they needed their fully zipped Patagonia duvets in the pub they might find it a bit of a chilly trek. And then we were amazed to be educated in the new technology which provides more than enough data for a whole evening - perhaps we will go straight to the pub in future.

We had our usual very leisurely pint and were very, very disappointed not to be thrown out - after all we always get thrown out nowadays, I think one of your committee went to the bar to complain, so hopefully in future we will get the full treatment. 

Your Committee

TWW 23rd November 2021

 

Another glorious morning, but will it last!
A bit of a slog first thing towards North Hessary Tor, pausing only to regain normal breathing, the trig point lies on top of fairly small pile of rocks that give the most fantastic all round 360° views. Must be the best in the west! Can't miss the mast either, what a structure! and what a landmark, dunno what I'd do without that, especially at night.
Fairly longish trek down the other side passing a rather special marker stone depicting the prison boundaries, there is another actually inscribed on the base of North Hess itself. Very rare! Sorry I forgot to point it out. On to Rundlestone Tor, the lovely Hollow Tor and across the Yellowmead track to admire a very tough and beautiful fir tree, my favourite! Probably someone's Christmas tree from another time when this area was a noisy hive of activity.
A few yards on Westmead quarry, one of the smallest still showed many signs of its industrial past and it also has a family connection.
Jumping over long ash leat, someone was frantically trying to attract our attention from Fourwinds car park Aha, 'twas the two who couldn't make it on time, better late than never, they joined us for our coffee break.
Walking up hill and over to King tor, across the saddle to Swell tor quarry, what a place! This is the place that produced the corbels for London Bridge and the granite kerbstones for most of the towns around here etc. Also has a sad connection to our family.
Some of us decided to descend the quarry and climb out the other side. YIPPEE! This released the inner child!
Over several paths and down to the pretty bridge to find a way past a large settlement and back to railway track by the newly repaired bridge. Longish trek back along to POW who provided a very nice lunch.

Oh and it didn't last. The low cloud rolled in and Dartmoor changed again!

Brenda

WW 17th November 2021

 

THE SPIDERS WEB
The thing about Blackdown is there are lots and lots of tracks, (a bit like a spider's web) probably not a sensible place to go for a walk in the dark. So armed with a map with the route on it and all the bearings we set off. Choices, choices, this track that track? Gibbet Hill is not too hard to find, it’s basically uphill. No one could remember seeing a gallows up here, but Brenda could remember them hanging bodies up in cages as a warning - surely not just for walking in the dark!
More choices, big track dead on bearing downhill. We should be at the gate by now, no overshot, there was a track 10 yds to our right which we should have been on. Gate located, across the road and along the stoney track for a cuppa on a bank not far from the reservoir. Now the choices became multitudinous, tracks everywhere, we are getting near the riding stables. We eventually find the track down to their impressive drive and follow it up. There must be money in horses - it must have cost a fortune. Across the road again, choice right or left to find a gate? Jon finds a sneaky track up on the bank to take us in the right direction. Lots more choices some better than others, past where Kevin used to live and back to the cars in time for a pint in the Mary Tavy.
Now what beer shall I have?
Mike

TWW 16th November 2021

 

Take 2 started to look pretty much like Take 1 which was back in September. (See blog on Sept 28th)

Mists unexpectedly swirled around but rain was definitely much finer than September's !!
We followed a similar route including St Edwards, Brag Lane, Luxton Tor and the trig point at Saddlesborough but we had coffee at Hawks Tor with clearing views. The Wotter stone rows and settling lake were circumnavigated and possibilities of Roman activity were put forward.
We then followed a higher route to Black Alder Tor and managed to get into the underbelly of the incline railway drumkeeper's building. After that we accessed the well kept, but little known, cemetery and enjoyed lunch at the Lee Moor village lily ponds before stronger drizzle manifested.
Loping downhill by now we took the private road through Broadoaks and entered Lee Woods via a local dog walking path avoiding the mysteries of the "official" footpath.
Wotter village was again part of our route and then RAF Hawksmoor and Beatland Cross.
Over 8 miles of easy walking and although no sun we enjoyed mostly pleasant conditions.
An intriguing and possibly less admired and visited part of Dartmoor in the South Hams !!!

Anne

WW 10th November 2021


 Across the border to Calstock to walk along the river bank to explore the Okel Tor Mine. Well the plan was fine but the Environment Agency had other plans for us.

The path was blocked off to enable them to breach the dyke and construct a bridge to allow water into the new ponds. So it was along the road to the “Toy Wall” and then into the remnants of the mine.
The chimney of the old brick works on the Devon bank was visible as it stood out against the sky as we walked around the old mine workings, it must have been a hard, hard life!

We then set off to cross the railway and to make our way to Calstock Church for a coffee break and explore the graveyard to find the War Graves and marvel at the miners' adventures after the local mines closed.
However it was not to be. As we approached the church we could hear the bells and we took advantage of the light in the porch for our coffee break whilst listening to the bells.

Much to our surprise we were invited in to see the team practicing for Remembrance Sunday. We learned about the half muffler and via a camera in the bell chamber able to watch the bells as they rang out across the Tamar valley.

We then retired to a very quiet but nicely refurbished Tamar Inn for the well earned pint.

You really do have to be there.
Peter M

TWW 9th November 2021

 

From Sourton Church, up over the railway bridge, and along the familiar track to the Ice Works.  Only to find a party of about a dozen people on some guided expedition (How dare they).  As the cloud descended, we headed on up to the trig point on Sourton Tor.  Fortunately, the cloud cleared a little, to give us a bit of a view.  Eastwards (and downhill) we headed to the apple crusher (well only half of one actually).  Who knows where the other half is?  Onwards to Shilstone Tor, and a break for a cuppa.  Suitably refreshed, we headed up, up, up into the clouds, and on to Branscombes Loaf.  Out of the mist emerged the grey shadow – our ninth walker, delayed by medical appointment, but now keen to demonstrate there’s nothing wrong with his heart!  Heading south, we squelched our way across Corn Ridge and Tiger Marsh to find the B17 Flying Fortress crash site.  A bit of more serious squelching saw us cross the stream and reach some higher (drier?) ground, then downhill to the peat tramway and some real “terra firma”.  Along the tramway and the path on the south of Sourton Tors soon had us back at the cars, and off to the Fox and Hounds for a well-earned lunch.

Phil

WW 3rd November 2021

 

Well Yosser's ears must have been well burnin' as they all turned up ... three squeeze boxes, a guitar, triangle, recorder and a great big noisy drum! And to cap it all some acapella singin'.
Previously; out from Joey's Lane on a lovely clear, cool evening to head straight up Sheepstor; of course. Over the top and wanderingly down the back to seek Roughtor plantation. The refurbed track is holding up well after all this rain. To Deancombe where the mighty tree has almost completely gone; hopefully not into those evil woodburners. The staddle stones made a fine spot for a cuppa and time to admire the myriad of stars. We were well impressed that some folk could pick out constellations amongst all that lot. To Middleworth, through the gate to the arboretum. Who knows how, but somehow out at the corner and back along under Sheepstor to the cars. To a very quiet welcoming Royal Oak, until ...

TWW 2nd November 2021

 

Sing! 

Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day
I've got a wonderful feeling
Everything's going my way!

And it did, well mostly ...
A brisk walk up to the scattered rocks that make up Shapley Tor, passing very good samples of hut circles and the ever sought for popular Highland cattle and cuddly calves. Oh it's enough to make you think of going vegan!.
On, on to Hookney Tor, which was so inviting that our tea/cofeeybreak was taken while the breathtaking views all around were admired. This was truly Dartmoor showing off!
We set off again heading downhill towards famous Grimspound. This place never fails in its interest and always has an eerie and solemn feel about it.
Taking an easterly path from there to Heathercombe estate, again lovely views through the woods with various pines and through the arboretum, very calming I think.
The village of Heathercombe, originally Hethercome is very pretty, one cottage that used to sell teas etc, still closed with notices of "isolating" still. Has anyone checked on them lately?
Walking more briskly now, time is running out, through several fields with isolated farms and gnarled old trees in ancient banks through to the wonderfully timeless West Combe farm, hardly touched by the wonders of 2021, what fabulous stonework and church like door, very old.
Leaving history behind, through yet more fields to reach Moor Gate and just a little further past Leapra cross, more seeable than usual, and onto main road and back to our chariots.
Nice to be enjoying a pub lunch again, it's as if lockdown never happened. Who was always last to be served and would still be eating when most were finished and going home?? No change there then!!

Brenda

You really do have to be there ...

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