Well due to diversions and traffic jams in Princetown (yes
it does happen) we all managed to miss each other at the car share but all
arrived safely and on time at the RV.
Off we set past the two crosses (sorry still haven’t looked up what it’s
about) and headed up to the Tor where, although there wasn’t much of it around
what was about was here. (Wind in case you’re wondering). We all agreed we’d not been here before
including the leader, the view was magnificent.
We paused to admire the lumps and bumps – Bronze age reaves, part of the
system that heads all the way across to Corndon and beyond.
Then it was down and he with the bare legs was heard to
mutter about ‘prickly stuff’ so was put on point duty to find less of it. “Just head down until we find the road” was
uttered so we did, with a fair amount of dawdling and admiring of flora. Some lovely bright orange things and
something that looked akin to pixie brains – I’m sure someone in the know can
add the details. Eventually the road was
reached and a quick walk along brought us to the intriguing stone with a hole
in it and the lovely little cross with the niche. We paused to morn the loss of the oak tree
but it looks to be sprouting a bit again.
Then up the hill and of course, being my walk, to find the medieval
longhouses of the old Jordan village. We
paused for a cuppa here at the Manor House.
No one at home today though. A bit
of sun graced the peaceful scene.
Then onwards and upward through more lumps and bumps – this
time medieval field boundaries and fine examples of ridge and furrow. – to find
a somewhat squished but definitely there Devils Fingers – first I have seen
this year, yippee. Then past some cairns
to the Blue Stone. Plan had been to head
further but a gentle stroll and flora viewing decided the need to make a timely
return to the cars. Short drive down to
the Old or is it New? Inn for a welcome drink and lunch.