Four seasons in one day
Lying in the depths of our Dartmoor
Worlds above and worlds below
The sun shines on black clouds hanging over Bellever Tor
Even when your feeling warm
The temperature could drop away
Like four seasons in one day.
We just about circumnavigated what's left of Bellever Forest, taking in the carved wooden clock where time has stood still, the poor, tatty old squirrel forever gazing at the acorns he will never reach, and the cist and cairn which was the last resting place for some ancient Briton.
We passed new saplings growing fast hiding the unsightly stumps of trees cut down for financial gain. Reaching the old wall on the southern end of the forest and following it round up round the back end of the tor (as it were) dark clouds were gathering as we had our coffee break.
Rain started to fall and the god of Thunder rumbled his displeasure. Maybe he took umbrage at the sight of one of our eccentric walkers in full summer walking gear and an open umbrella!! It's the Welsh in 'im you know.
Through the normally very boggy bit (but very dry today), down a deer path through the woods, and down the track to the beautiful river Dart and all picnic areas. Getting warmer now. Just right for lunch some of us had a paddle and a "sit down" whilst others watched the wildlife and listened to the sound of a rather benign and depleted river Ahhhhhh a little bit of utopia!
We ignored the noisy teenager!
Getting warmer again now we wended our way up through the flower meadows and into the shade of gnarled ancient trees. Crossing the Bellever road to find the track that leads back to the cars. Phew that was nice but the best was yet to come. Ice-creams! Only the best of course, from Postbridge Post Office
What a lovely way to end a walk.
Brenda
Thanks to Crowded House who released the Four Seasons song in 1991 and me who ruined it.