Some arrived early at the rendezvous, and decided as nobody was there, they must be in the wrong place. Others thought they knew where they were going, but on seeing other members of the group heading in the opposite direction realized the error of their ways and turned about and followed.
Eventually, all were assembled at West Blackdown, and set off southwards along the West Devon Way. Though initially dry, a little light drizzle started to fall, but it didn’t last long. Downhill past Blacknor Park to Wortha Mill, where the old cottage is still waiting for someone with deep pockets to turn it into a des-res. A pause between the two railway bridges to look at the Great Western and London South West Railway boundary markers, then up-a-ty-up to South Brentor, taking care not to tread on the froglets crossing the track. Taking the footpath across the fields, we found a spot to perch and have coffee before continuing to North Brentor. Heading west, we took the footpath across the field (when we eventually located the stile) to the Lydford road. More bramble bashing was required to enabled us to escape from the field. From there, along the road to Bowden Down, where we stopped for lunch beside the old mine shaft (with a fine view of Brentor Church). For a while we felt the full heat of the midday sun, before the clouds again shaded us. Suitably refreshed, we took the bye way down to Asheltor Wood, with its fine view of the Lydd valley, before picking up the path to Langstone Manor. More bramble bashing here before we emerged into the fields by the hydraulic ram. Across the fields to the Lydford road, then down Burn Lane and back to the cars.
Phil