Cuckoos, Bluebells and Swallows
A beautiful May evening to set out from Bennett's Cross. And there on a tree the ever reliable cuckoo busy cuckooing. Gently up to Bench Tor to enjoy the views over to Grimspound and back towards the Inn. Down to the farm, no sign of Mr. Llama, but all his ladies were softly grazing. And there they were, the wonderful Challacombe bluebells in all their glory. Quite fantastic the way they spill down the lynchets. No sign of the pig but the troll is still sleeping under the bridge. The pond always makes a nice spot to pause for a cuppa. Then, quite suddenly, a huge gulp (yes, really) of swallows feeding on the pond. So, as we enjoyed our tea, swallows swooped all around - brilliant. Time to head on round the bend as the sun set, to the mines and the cuckoo called again. Up the track towards the cars as the cuckoo flew right across.
The Warren House Inn was the idea but it was well shut up. So onward to find a light in the East Dart and, after a bit of cajoling, a nice pint was enjoyed.
Surely these long, long sunny evenings will just go on forever ...