MUD and MORPHING
Mud mud, glorious mud
Nothing like it for cooling the blood
Follow me, follow
Down in Bellever Forest
And there we shall wallow in mud, glorious mud.
Well what a mess greeted us as we walked the hairy hand path going towards Lakehead Hill. Plenty of the above and all the debris left from the tree clearings.
Following the track by the tree line looking for signs of carved animals. None to be found, gone to ground! On on then round the southern backend of the ever/over popular Bellever Tor, only to climb up it and settle down to gaze into the darkness with our beverage of choice.
Ahead, on the horizon, was a huge dark tor like mound surrounded by an even larger dark orange glow. It morphed from Leather Tor to the Snowdon Horseshoe. Mesmerising! And no, there was nothing in our tea! 'Twas the magic of Bellever!!
Down towards the forest proper, past the bench, thoughtfully placed, and on to the track towards the mud and debris.
Raz, being Raz found lovely planks of wood, just right for his next project, carrying them under each arm. No wonder someone was reminded of Fred Flintstone!
We all looked forward to a refreshing beer, but horror and disbelief soon followed.
The POW was in darkness!
No BEER!! 🍺
What IS the world coming to?
Brenda