Same Old - Same Old
Wet Wet Wet but a different wet - warm wet in the sheltered Tamar Valley.
Leaving number 10, after donning full wet weather gear we headed up.
Turning left through the gate which used to say PRIVATE KEEP OUT in a loud voice but now some kindly soul has written PUBLIC RIGHT OF WAY in blue chalk.
This is another of those paths that are less well traveled. Sorry Bren!
Leg grabbing brambles tried to dissuade us but Raz went ahead with his trusty snips and little saw to clear the way.
Down the hill on the ankle bending track to meet the river on Dukes Drive. It would be difficult for him to get along to his summer residence at Endsleigh House these days. Walked by locals for hundreds of years but now, the hunting, fishing fraternity have decide that lesser mortals like us need to be kept out.
The next gate also inscribed with blue chalk PROW was bound round with barbed wire and the posts topped with sawn off screws! Dangerous, vindictive, illegal.
We found a way to continue along the track to the Weir for a coffee stop. The river was thundering over, the noise scary in the dark. We retraced our steps to take the long steep climb up, having to negotiate another barbed wire topped, chained and padlocked gate to meet the track back to Morwell Rock and down to the village.
The pleasure has been taken out of wandering these woods that I’ve been walking round for the last 30 years. The concept of sharing one’s good fortune seems to be an anathema to some selfish people.
Stella