We heard them in Calstock, now a single doleful bell tolled as we walked up through the fields to the Church and what a beautiful Church it is and what nice people bell ringers are. A bit short tonight to ring all six bells. Where were you when you’re needed Phil and Jane? Practicing elsewhere I guess.
We carried on over the first style to cross the fields to the wonderful old lane of many granite styles. The pixies were out moving things in the dark again so there was a bit of wandering about
Before we emerged out onto the Moor. With the compass set due east we eventually found the Pit. Not much of a pit but a pleasant place to stop for a coffee and be serenaded by the Bells of Sampford Spiney. Then following the railway line to find the snow track above Horseyeatt. Missed at first, those pesky pixies had been at it again.
On down through Welltown and along the Black Brook back to Walkhampton. The pub was rammed, quiz night apparently as well as bowls in the village hall! It all happens on a Wednesday evening in Walkhampton. So we went to the ever open and comfortable Dousland.
Quote of the evening “I married you, not a dog”??. Nice to know as I can sometimes be a bit of a bitch!