Five set off across Plaster Down into a strong drizzly breeze towards Bleakhouse. Having pondered the short history of the (large) Hospital Camp , Americans, British, German PoW and refugees from Uganda,we were soon peering over the hedge at Blakhouse at a reconstructed building from the Camp. After its closure a big auction in 1976 saw many items and materials auctioned off and going who knows where. (A farm building in Dousland and greenhouse glass in Bere Ferrers to name but two projects.)
We passed several areas of concrete blocks recycled into hedge bank repair and following the hedge line south we crossed the source area of the Tiddybrook before heading past waste heaps of ex-hospital sanitaryware and concrete as well as the WW2 aircraft crash site at Fullamoor.
Down by the ancient Sortridge and Grimstone leat now, still supplying 22 households, and along the grassy lane to turn east away from Sortridge into lanes and hummocky woodland towards Grimstone.
We picked up the footpath towards Sampford Spiney and were thrilled to see marbled white butterflies in the meadow grasses.
Eventually on through crumbling Monkswell and more excitement with a trapped lamb and some coordinated rescue work ... only an ex-fireman would have snips capable of releasing wire from a snagged sheep.
Skies darkened and rains came upon our arrival to the dark little church. Lunch venue modified to being NOT on top of Pew Tor.
A pleasant walk nonetheless.
Anne