With the storms Dudley, Eunice and Franklin having finally departed, we might have thought we could safely consign the waterproofs to the rucksack this Tuesday. Not a bit of it. The weather was clearly in the mood for some fun at our expense. We had barely left the car park at the Fox and Hounds, heading towards Doe Tor, before the first drops arrived, borne in on a freshening wind. True, the amounts were not great, but they made their presence felt. By the time we had crossed the Wallabrook, visibility was not good and the wind was blowing hard. It was just as well that there was no firing today, because had there been, flags would have been invisible beyond tens of metres. Upwards we went, to suddenly find Sharp Tor looming out of the mist above us - a welcome sight because we could find shelter in the lee of a big rock for a cuppa. What followed was a character - building plod of a kilometre or so across the expanse of sodden tussock grass, with the gale force wind and rain buffeting every step. Of wild life of any sort there was no sign up here - much too sensible for that! In due course Dick’s Well was reached and we started our descent, increasingly sustained by the thought of triple-cooked chips, for which the Fox and Hounds is justly famed - by us at any rate. On down past Arms Tor, where we emerged from the clouds, across the ford and on to the pub. By now, calm reigned. The sun suddenly and briefly put in an appearance. Were we being mocked by the weather? It seemed so. But no - it was simply another typical Dartmoor day - thoroughly enjoyable!
PeterC