T'was the evening before Halloween
The ghouls and ghosts were preparing for the next night of scary happenings.It was earily quiet, not warm not cold, only in some dark, dank places, very cold! The odd rustle of autumn leaves sent shivers down our spines
How? How ? there was not a breath of wind !
When suddenly half hidden in some dark cave festooned with hanging lichens, three scary "beings" jumped out cackling maniacally! AHHHH !!! πΊππ»
Right that's enough scary stuff
Down through the lane by Hillside, all's well. Down to the newly refurbed, inside and outside, very white Long ash farm, much bigger than it looks, lots fields, outhouses, up for sale at a reasonable £750 K and and all the plants and pots thrown in! What a bargain, must go and see my bank manager!!
On through the mud and gaze at the one of many tributaries off the river Walkham. Looked very angry tonight but also interesting.
On up to the woods surrounding Hucken tor, now that truly is a spooky place, felt sure we were being followed!
Thank goodness, soon out to the safety of open ground and on to the old railway track.
It was a good clear night with fab views and soon found the "proper" track down to the same tributary as earlier, it's very long and it doesn't hang about. Over that with a bit of help and onwards towards the magnificent Merrivale stone rows.
We stopped to admire the very large list, sends a shiver down my spine actually, looking around were those eyes watching us ?
Moving on down to the road and back to the cars at the Dartmoor Inn at Merrivale but we didn't go in, no no!
On to the safety of a very busy Whitty for a pint and chat.
All in all very nice indeed.
Brenda