Nine of us today, all eager to get going, so that's what we did.
Past the ancient grave stones of past generations, in the12th century churchyard, out on to a narrow path, on to the road and over Bovey bridge and the Bovey river.Too many Boveys round here!
Up the hill turning left into North Bovey Woods, privately owned by very nice people (unknown) who allow nice people like us to walk through them.
Lots of lovely fungi of varying colours and sizes and the best find being large fly agarics, always popular these. Highly hallucinogenic apparently.
Personally I've never tried them but Alice ate them before she jumped down a rabbit hole for a "trip" in wonderland. She certainly had some scary fun!
Out onto Easdon hill and into higher than me bracken, what fun, couldn't see anything until Raz pointed a stack of rocks. The wondrous Figgie Daniel smaller cousin of Bowermans Nose just across the valley and just the place for a break and to enjoy the views. It is said a man named Daniel from Sticklepath who was lantern jawed, had a hooked nose, swarthy and with very large hands who used to farm here. Raz reckoned he grew figs!!
Not much more "up" and we reach the pinnacle of the hill, Easdon Tor with its trig point and wonderful all round views of fields, trees and in the distance Haytor.
Further down the hill is Whooping Rock, (Charlie, you'd have loved this) so named after local children that became ill were brought up to be cured. More like died of exposure!!
All the way down now and on to an old rocky track, Langdon Lane and then down towards Old Yarde once a row of mill houses. The water wheel been nicely renovated and the complex is now worth about seventeen and half MILLION.!¡!!!!.
A little bit of time left so into the church we go, some artefacts being hundreds of years old.
Can't tarry here too long though, The Warren House and lunch was waiting. Very very busy but as welcoming and efficient as ever.
Must come back to this area again, so much more to do.
Brenda