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