It wasn't me, m'lud.Twas the mist wot done it.
All was going swimmingly then this "Dartmoor girl" suffered an anomaly which prevented the success of my mission.
But first a tidy six of us met up on a real Dartmoor day to struggle over the old packhorse track to Foggintor quarry, nothing but a grim greyness in a deep, dark hole.
Skipping that, down to the defunct railway track.
Here we were shown a lesson on how the modern army works. Go into war zone in undercover civilian vehicle camouflaged in mist grey, snatch hostages and drive out fast, along said track, stopping for no one.
Nice elevenses in the sheltered cutting.
Carrying on to turning circle used by quarry railway and chatted to a wild camper nearby. He looked a bit bewildered, it was a sunny evening when he set camp and now!!!! Dartmoor fools all of us!!!
Up towards Fur Tor the 2nd and upwards to Leeden.
Lots of crocodiles, alligators and men in flat caps up there. Turning to find and follow the track to the road and then on to Black Tor.
And then the "anomaly" began!
Striding confidently out, the road should soon be in sight, but NO!, I was wailing now, there was the bridge to nowhere, we'd gone round in a circle!
Help, how did that happen?
But of course, we were not lost, just misplaced. So ever resourceful we admired the faces on Yes Tor the 2nd and carried back on the "so useful track".
Turning off by the cutting over some roughish ground the others seemed reluctant to follow, but they did luckily.
A snipe flew up in front of us showing it's beautiful curved beak.
On home then, so to speak, to the welcoming Prince. Good filling food was had by all. How did we finish it all? A good chat and all was well with our world.
Brenda X