What a sublime evening to go walking, warm, no rain and more importantly, no wind!
From the car park, through dog s...t alley and on to the "hasbeen" rail track where we met an old friend also enjoying the evening ambiance.
The little spring was still sending up grains of sand to dance in the spouting water. We tarried awhile, mesmorized.
Saw a newt.
Down through Meavy Head looking for sundews on the edge of the mire, wrong time of year I think, no midges for them!
Across the road to make our way up the old rifle range. The military seem to have left their mark on the moors all through the ages. They must have had damned good eye sight. The stone circles and pounds always leave an impression. Up to one of my fave tors, Hartor, for a look at fab views as the sun was thinking of setting.
Setting off again into the valley past the mysterious stone sporting a mullet hairstyle and the remains of early tin mining and over Hartor Brook. Wet feet anyone?
Stopped for drinkies at Cramber Tor and enjoy the now setting sun, and the many shades of grey, 50 I believe, yawn yawn!
Taking the usually very boggy path, now pretty dry, towards the still very boggy trig point we veered off to find bog bean city.
Oh dear, 'twas looking decidedly forlorn, dark and unloved. Spring has yet to visit it!
We reached South Hess, bless! And the never ending track as the light was making it difficult to make things out but no need for head torches.
An absence of cows, ponies and sheep were noticed, unusual in this neck of the woods. But I think I know why!! Ask me on Tuesday!
Tonight we have beaten the landlord of POW at his own game we arrived just before last orders were about to be called
Yay we enjoyed that drink.!!!!!
Brenda