TWW 30th December 2025

 

THE WRONG WAY ROUND

Had a thought as I waited in the car park, ‘do it the other way round’, so we did.
It was bitterly cold with a stiff breeze blowing from the north-east. So suitably togged up, off we set along the track then following the fence to find the track over Black Dunghill. On to Horse Ford Cross and then the plod up to Conies Down Tor to find a bit of shelter for a cuppa. On then to Cowsic Head where the rest of the group were treated to a brief demonstration of my charade skills honed over Christmas. There was a suggestion that I do another at Beardown Man. Sorry definitely NOT in that cold.
A bit of zig- zagging to try and find tracks from Devils Tor to Lydford Tor, always a difficult one. From there down to the valley and along the track past the lonely tree to Cowsic bridge and up to the cars.
The Plume of Feathers was as busy as I have ever seen it, so a good job we had a table booked. Considering how few staff were on, the food came out in reasonable time and was good. The Prince of Wales now needs to up its game!

Mike

TWW 23rd December 2025

 

An intrepid group set out from the small car park beyond the Warren House Inn, well we think we did – there was a lot of murk around and not much view.  Across the road and up through the heather to, what may be, King’s Oven – or is that really the cairn on the top of Water Hill?  There is a debate as it is unlikely the Perambulation of 1240 would have sited an industrial complex (even if it existed in 1240) on the slope of the hill rather than the prominent landmark of the cairn.  Any which way we found the place and also ….. wait for it…… a rectangular feature that may be ………. a medieval longhouse!!!!  Woohooo!

Well, onwards and upwards, across Chagford Common until eventually, and thankfully, the stone row emerged from the mist. (Was I glad it was where I thought it was? – yes!). We stopped briefly to pose as Christmas elves perched on the stones and then headed back, roughly along the Two Moors Way. A welcome stop for a cuppa in a gully sheltering from the breeze.

Then down and across the road to visit Bennet’s Cross – yes he was as grumpy as ever – then on to wend our way up to cairn on Birch Tor.  All this was a bit hit and miss with very limited visibility and definitely no views.  Dropping down it cleared a bit and it was good to get out of the chilly breeze.  We found and passed by the ruins of Vitifer mine, across the stream and a last push up the hill to the cars.  Just a short hop up to the very busy Warren House Inn for a welcome lunch with the usual prompt service.

Jane

WW 17th December 2025

The evenings are drawing out - allegedly. Not much sign of it this evening.

Very dark and wet to set out from Tamar Trails - just one dog walker packing up to go home. Everywhere completely awash which makes it all look very clean - that and all the arsenic. No sound of an owl, just as well as a tiny mouse scurried out of the torchlight. Round the tramway to the calciners and up to seek out what must be one of the very best swings. Round and down on the very familiar trail. And back. A nice, properly wet evening to be there.

Next week the whole day will be drawing out, hopefully a nice cold, clear, dry winter to come.

TWW 16th December 2025

 

Exploring Callington’s History

Well what a surprise after what seems like weeks of rain it was a dry day!!

Starting from the FREE carpark we set off to Pencrebar to find the childhood home of a former Labour Leader and Plymouth Argyle fanatic, Michael Foot. The farm was also the site for the Foot’s Barn Theatre, unfortunately no longer in existence and there is no indication of where on the farm it was based.

It was then onto the Stagecoach road between Callington and Liskeard which descended to Callington Newbridge where the River Lynher was roaring through the bridge having carried many fallen tree trunks to block the bridge’s arches.

Crossing the main road we then followed the river through the woods where it seems the dogs are encouraged to swim in the river with there own access areas. It was then time for a quick drink before crossing the road to climb Cadson Bury Down to Cadson Bury Fort, an Iron Age hill fort created between the 5th and 3rd centuries BC. And behold the sun came out to enhance the views.

The return to the start took us back up the Stagecoach road where everyone agreed the ascent was easier than the descent and if the road is anything to go by it would have been very uncomfortable which ever way you were travelling.

The walk finished it was off to The Swingletree for lunch.

Peter M.

WW 10th December 2025

 

Now that really was quite something ...

The day before had been so, so stormy but all was calm and mild at Meavy School, although the roads were still rivers. Out along and over the bridge. Round the bend at Marchant's Cross and up the lane. Yeo Farm was looking very Christmassy as we headed up the track by the fields. The bluebells are well tucked in but some shoots hinted at life to come. Over all the stiles and out under a full starlit sky. Soon at Sheepstor village and onto the dam which made a very peaceful stop for a cuppa. By the edge of a fully full reservoir where lots of quite large fish seemed to be resting near the edge. Over the roaring dam and down the water board track. The gate was not locked so in we went and down, down to get the full effect of the waterfall - what a sight! Along the muddy track and back to the cars for the usual warm welcome at the Burrator Inn.

All this rain has made some wonderful sights.

TWW 9th December 2025

I've said it before and I'll say it again!

When the going gets tough
The tough get going!
I think we were the only toughies out there.
So, meeting at Hexworthy Bridge, we gazed in awe at the white torrents of crashing water hurtling down the West Dart river, calming at the bridge where it spread out across the stones, where in summer children play and swim.

Over the fab bridge, over the wall stile and up and up behind the cottages and the "shut on a Tuesday" pub we finally  arrived at the Sherberton tarmacked track and down on the track to Fairy Bridge.
Easy peasy so far.
The moors looked almost unrecognisable, new rivers and streams, new islands and lakes .
So much water and nowhere for it to go, gurgling holes appeared, water trying to drain away. Like giant plugholes !!!!!
Let's see how the fairy is faring in this wild, wild weather. Think said fairy has left for warmer climes!! I do hope she comes back soon.
The bridge itself was crossable, but the far side a lake so, no go for us!
Decided to go as far as Swincombe Intake and Dam for a coffee break, but, no luck, all newly fenced off and gate padlocked.
That's it, had enough and retraced our steps back to the track and main lane.
Usual confrontation with local farmer who hasn't realised it's the season of Goodwill and back down the winding lane to the cars. Still safely on dry land, thankfully.
The Plume welcomed us warmly, service efficient and we ate hungrily!

Well we survived, we really do go out in all weathers. We could write a book!!!

Brenda

WW 3rd December 2025

 

After rather a pleasant day the forecast was for rain. But, actually it turned out rather nice with the almost full Cold Moon pushing through the clouds. Out from Norsworthy and up to Snappers with plenty of visibility. Down Tor was a bit cool as a solitary paralumen popped over Gutter Tor. Steadily up to Hingston Hill where the stone circle and row was as impressive as ever. Over to Combeshead to find shelter for a cuppa as a few drops of rain fell. Gently down to Cuckoo Rock and the most welcome contouring track down. Back to the cars and on - all most nice and uneventful. But, just what is that in the road? Whatever can it be? Running ducks - not something you see every day - although a dear wise 4 year old tells me they could just be normal ducks who were running. So, to the Burrator, as tastefully decorated as usual, for a pleasant pint.

TWW 2nd December 2025

 

The first edition of this walk was met with closed car parks, trails closed, tracks impassable due to forestry vehicles & mud to knee level.

The new & improved course set off from Dunnabridge pound under a threatening sky & days of torrential rain. Eight of us valiantly paddled our way to the top of Bellever Tor, took the Lych Way to Bellever where we had a somewhat sheltered spot for elevenses.

Our return journey along the Laughter Hole track was somewhat drier under foot but the heavens opened & by the time we reached the cars we were all soaked & looking forward to a warm welcome at the Plume of Feathers. The temperature had dropped to 3 C & the rain was now accompanied by sleet/snow. Lunch felt extra good!

Colin & Amber

WW 26th November 2025

 

It was thick mist at the top of the hill so glad we weren’t heading for the Moors. It was clear as we started along the river in Bere Ferris.  Just three of us, me, him and great to catch up with Liz.

A familiar route along the muddy path by the river and on into the woods. Wet underfoot and wet from above but a pleasant 10 degrees, quiet except for sound of the stream. Grass sparkling in our torch light.

On up to Hole Farm and out onto the road to find the path through fields of clover and the rocky lane back to the river. We decided against the extra planned loop up to the station. The Old Plough was calling.

Short and Sweet.

Stella

TWW 25th November 2025

 

Well obviously the prayer to the sun god had worked – very cold but beautifully sunny with crystal clear views.

We assembled to head off for a search for……… new longhouses!  Well it wouldn’t be my walk would it without at least one!

Off up the path passing the remnants of Wheal Caroline, California or was it merely Statts to the Farm which also goes by the same names- sadly no longhouse here, a bit more modern – ish.  Onwards up across the Moor with our destination coming into sight. 

Well, not really a Longhouse – probably more wooden house, one sided and missing large bits of it, being held down by large ICBs full of water!  But there were two of them with outbuildings – Desolate Farm and Sheep Farm……….  Hmmm…… well yes it was a film set!  Not interested in signing up any TWW extras though.

So after a good poke around the walk was resumed.  Down the hill, past the D stone surrounded in lights – ready to take a starring role maybe?  Into the gloomy forest and to seek a patch of sunshine for a cuppa with a wonderful view of the Assycombe Stone Row.  On down and round stopping for a chat with another security guard, guarding another posse of trucks.  Then up along the Assycombe Glow – presumably these Actors need to have their route lit up in case they get lost. 

Out onto the Moor again and a beeline to Water Hill.  Then down and back past the Farm again to return to the car.  Walk was cut a bit shorter than intended due to the urge for stardom or was it just the lure of the pub!  Whichever way the usual good prompt  meal was had at the Warren House.

 Jane

WW 19th November 2025

 

The first snow walk of this winter!

And what a lovely evening to be out.
The snow was soft, the air clear and the stars were trying to outdo each other in their brightness.
The military sent up multiple flares to also light our way, but I think they got the grid ref. slightly wrong!!

No problem finding the right path tonight, you know my kind of night.
Following the boundary stones to South Hess and following a rather, long haphazard track over variable ground conditions straight to the trig point, golly, golly we are getting good!
Trig still surrounded by a snowy wetness, still standing guard over a lonely, desolate part of the moors.

No problem finding the sodden track to Cramber, though longer than expected, the snow trying it's best to..,...er...,.snow!
Nice warm drink on one  rock that had room for four bottoms...,..some rock. 😆
The army helicopter was flying from Beardown to Plymouth, hovering awhile before flying back again.
Oh well, each to his own!

Down the track towards Hartor, crossing the Hartor Brook. Easy peasy though not quite so easy as in the summer. Punk man was looking decidedly grey, he never moves you know!

Nearly to my favourite tor, no time to stop , down the  rifle range towards Devil's Bridge, over the road on the track to the railway track. Phew nearly home, but will the Prince of Wales still be open?

Thanks back door was locked  NO!!!
We pleaded but no the dratted till had finished for the night.
The front door was open, many people still drinking and making merry, but the barman was having none of it, so went to the Plume who welcomed us warmly with hot chocolate and beers.   So nice.
Oh and  an interesting chat with the Weather Chasers.

All's well if it ends with beer and hot chocolate !!☕

Brenda

TWW 18th November 2025

 

Off we set from Lowery Cross, the nine of us, initially following the route of the old Yelverton to Princetown railway branch line. On first reaching open access land we struck up through the mist on a bearing to barely recognisable boundary work, and this we more or less followed up to Leeden Tor and a coffee stop in the rain.  At this point the clouds parted, providing some fine views reminiscent of Scotland and removing any need for compass use.  From Leeden we dropped down to cross the road and pick up the track below Black Tor, leading to the Devonport Leat acqueduct - a piece of 18th century engineering well worthy of admiration.  One of our number commented that having dropped down the hill to the acqueduct the leat appeared to be gaining in elevation as it heads away towards the forest.  Not so according to the Ordnance Survey.  What does happen to the energy gained in dropping more than 70 metres?   Perhaps a topic for discussion on a future walk.   On then, a pleasant walk along the leat through the forest in emerging sunshine and back to the cars for a short drive to the Burrator Inn.

Peter C

WW 12th November 2025

 

All was calm, all was warm, all was just fine.

Out from the dam expecting the water to be tumbling down - but not a drop. Over and round and down to the muddy track. A quick check and the reservoir must be very nearly full, full, full. Some odd lights and woofing dog by the bank - better not investigate. Over Sheepstor Dam and out to the road. Up Joey's Lane and round where the bikers ensure a muddy way. To the end and the track just disappeared into a pile of fallen timber. Somehow we made our way through and into the arboretum to the very nice bench for a cuppa - goodness me it is warm. Out to Norsworthy where a very nice man, somewhat incongruously, was sitting in his car with a tiny, proper wood burner merrily burning and a video playing on his phone. Ready to dip into the reservoir track but just what is that? South West Water have launched 'Operation Leviathan' - I kid you not! So it must be that there is a really huge primordial beast lurking in the water ready to leap out and devour passing walkers. But NO! it is just they are a tiny bit worried that people might be illegally catching and cooking up fish! I wonder what name they will use when a really giant primordial monster appears? 'Operation nothing to worry about' I suppose. So muddily round and back to the cars. And as we bimbled the rain started to pour, so suitably wet time to don waterproofs.  On to the usual welcome at the Burrator Inn and very nice to see some youngsters shooting pool - proper pub.

A nice evening.

TWW 11th November 2025

A little “bimble” around my back yard

There was a fresh breeze, but it wasn’t actually raining as we assembled at the RV.  Up Gibbet Hill by the most gentle route I could find.  Sadly, the views of the western tors extolled by William Crossing were absent.  The tors all had their heads in the clouds!  Heading down hill in a northeasterly direction, we squelched along at a good pace till we reached the old mine test pit.  Beside the pit is a small girt, an ideal place to get out of the wind for a brew and our 11 O’clock 2 minutes silence.  Suitably refreshed, we headed across the A386 onto Kingsett Down.  The rain came down, quite heavily for a while, driven by the wind, but we strode on to Wheal Jewell Reservoir.  With leaden skies above, and a surface whipped up by the wind the water looked a lot less inviting than it had been the last time we were there.  Westward to Cholwell Brook, up the track to the A386, then past Higher Springs and back to the cars.  In no time we were at the Mary Tavy Inn for a fine lunch.

Phil

WW 5th November 2025

 

A select group of four met at the Two Bridges car park to start the walk. After a short delay to lock Mike’s van and redirect a lost member of a local search team we set off on the gravel track to Crockern Tor farm. A familiar looking toad caught our eye in the dampness, crawling back onto the grass as we stopped to admire her.  After crossing a few new granite blocks we took the track to Wistman’s wood, stopping at the Buller stone to read the carving one more time. A small brown beetle caught Kevin’s eye, Nebria brevicollis, not surprisingly very active on the warm damp night. Passing the woods in poor visibility we took a promising looking track uphill to our right, towards the ridge between Littaford and Longaford tors.  The track soon disappeared and group members too, as we looked for the best line to reach the crest.  Reuniting near Bee tor we continued North on the soggy ridge track, up and around the lower tors of Longaford.  A lively fika pause was taken on the West slopes of Longaford Tor near a rock that resembled a whale. The group returned South along the ridge to Littaford tor and the wall corner that marked the diagonal descent to the Crockern tor farm.  The promised Beaver Supermoon struggled to show through the clouds and the distant crackling of fireworks occasionally broke through the silence. Returning along the gravel track the toad greeted us and helpfully rolled over to clarify our doubts over her gender.  On reaching the cars the Two Bridges Hotel, so often closed,  was open and welcoming to a small group of non-resident walkers. We enjoyed a fine drink in a lounge with a rather a lot of clocks.

Kevin

TWW 4th November 2025

 

Wet Woods in Autumn Colours

Off we set, no time to look at the Church or the Cake stall, we have to be back before the Pub stops serving lunch.

So on on, up up to Manaton Rocks. Why do the places you haven’t been to in a while get steeper?  Still the view was worth it even though it was shortened by the misty rain.

Then down, down, down through the bracken to find the track leading to the ever beautiful Foxworthy.  I do hope someone actually lives in these lovely old houses.

No time to go up to the Tors today, anyway it would have been very wet and windy so turning right we started the very pleasant up and down path through Lustleigh Cleave.

It is a beautiful old wood, old trees and funky fungi. Eventually we met the path from Sharpitor and the Nut Crackers.  Nice of someone to put up sign posts at the path junctions.  So on down to Clam Bridge over the rushing river Bovey. Jon wanted a photo on the Old Bridge. “Is it safe? I said.  “I don’t know” he said!  So us old ladies braved it while most younger members opted for the new sturdy bridge.

Layers were stripped off for the inevitable up, up. And still it rained, at last civilisation I thought when we reached the old barn but there was still more up till finally we came to the aptly named village of Water.

And to the Pub on time. The Kes Tor is a very nice Pub warm welcome, warm fires and good food.

It may have been wet but it was good!

Stella

WW 29th October 2025

Surprisingly mild at the car park, hardly a breath. All looked calm with no snow expected this time. A nice half moon shining guided us up Gutter Tor. And there, faintly glowing, red and green stick lights and soft voices. So quietly round and down and on to Ditsworthy Warren House when big lights approached, just what could it be? A lone cyclist heading out to star gaze. Down over the brook and up to the menhir with stars all around and even a bright shooting star. Up to Giant's Grave, always a nice spot for a cuppa. With stars shining brightly should be no problem finding the way round. So, of course, the cloud came in. Steadily on to seek out Drizzlecombe Brook which gently bent us round to find the main track. Down, down to the Scout Hut where there emerged lots of quiet, dark soldiers on a night navigation exercise. Goodness me they are looking younger and younger. Either they are getting younger or we must be getting older. Back to the cars and on to a quiet and most tastefully decorated Burrator Inn. Even Halloween can be done nicely.

TWW 28th October 2025

 

TWW 21st October 2025

Mists and gentle rain greeted us at Norsworthy and the gritty, scoured out cobbled lane led up to the old farm ruins of Nosworthy. Here the thick moss hides many buildings and smaller features.

Following the track above the Meavy we crossed via Leathertor Bridge. Up past the potato cave and then successful guided hunt for the fogou (more common in West Cornwall, this is the only one in Devon).

The ruins of Leathertor Farm towered castle like. A possible apple press base explored behind but no conclusions yet.

Along to the leat next we followed it's course to the complex remains of several farms at Stanlake. 

A longhouse hunter's delight, there may be five here! With structures preceded by Bronze age huts it is a village fossilized  through the ages of many thousands of years.

No records of who lived here until miner Richard de la Stentlake in 1281. The older buildings and circles even had glimpses of the sea from their higher vantage point.

Along the leat now, past the replacement Indian head and on up the Raddick Hill section, seemingly no one's favourite section but better to go up rather than down!!

Past Crazywell Pool and veering on to southerly track now,  Cockle Gate and Roundypark ahead. Not enough time for Classiwell and Kingsett although in view.

Ralph Cockle commemorated his longhouse building by carving 

RC 1648 on his entrance lintel (now safe at Burrator Discovery Centre in Wembley Walk). 

Hut circles cleverly repurposed at Roundy Park, an intriguing  multi century settlement like Stanlake.

Downhill now along the abundant "fungi walk" track within the woods and into the once backyard of Norsworthy Farm.

Perfect timing to a local hostelry where pre-ordering is a tricky hoop to jump through. Especially if you are a crab. !!

Anne

WW 15th October 2025

 

This turned out to a magical mystery tour. Magical because it became full of promise, we may have seen fairies, elves, maybe even a goblin or two.

Mystery....  I made it up as I went along !

So, the track to Grenofen Bridge is getting rougher, the underside of my car took a bashing, perhaps it's the way I drive it! Off back over the bridge, no salmon to be seen, through the gate that leads  to the wonderful Gem bridge. The swing is still  there ,but looking in need of some TLC so no swinging tonight. Everything has an ethereal quality in our torchlight. On and over the skew bridge, quite difficult to build, something to do with angles and things, you know. Up to the Down, to take in the familiar treeline and down the long long track to Bucktor .

This is where the magic begins, we spotted wonderful creative fungi, different sorts of honey fungus I think, glowing in the torchlight, taking on an out of this world experience. And it gets better, but first a little sit down and refreshment at Double waters and watch the dark, sparkling waters racing by. Watching midges and dragonflies by torchlight, myriads of tiny fish ( sticklebacks, minnows??) in the sheltered shallows. 
I didn't want to leave.

On round the lump of rock and up the track and down again to the river, past the waterfall bit, so beautiful that bit and on towards the chimney stack.  We stood open mouthed, gasping..... No not for a beer this time........but for a truly magnificent castle of glistening fungi surrounded by smaller settlements. We took photos which really didn't do it justice, before reluctantly moving on back to the parked cars.

Back to the Whitty where an old hasher was enjoying a wine. A nice chat and a beer  was enjoyed.

So a very pleasant end to our magical mystery walk !!

Brenda

TWW 14th October 2025

 

Today the sun shone, the temperature was good as we set off from Cox Tor car park so an acceptable picnic stop was possible!

Following a dry path up towards the Staple Tors our walk began, starting with Little, Middle and finally Great Tor gently increasing in height as the warm-up act to the rest of the walk.

Next to be scaled was Roos Tor. Nothing to do with a lost Aussie back in the day, but it is believed this name may possibly be from Rhôs or Rôo, signifying, in Welsh or Cornish, a healthy mountain. Out of the wind it was a very suitable place to stop for a healthy cuppa / snack and a panoramic view.

Refreshed, we set off for Langstone Moor and the ‘rearranged’ stone circle that was nevertheless still worthy of a view or a welcome seat. Still talking of stone, from the circle we continued to a stand-out Dartmoor menhir (apparently a French noun for standing stone!). The stone was re-erected in 1893 by the Dartmoor Exploration Committee, shot at by Americans in WW2 for D-Day prep, but is thankfully still standing, for modern day exploration by the TWWs.

We could see our picnic stop from the menhir, that being White Tor, glinting a welcoming flickering orange light caused by sunlight reflecting off the chimney cowling of the observation hut. More super views from our stopping point, plus providing the bonus of the peaceful sound of silence to accompany our food.

Peaceful reflection finished, heading down to Wedlake was next, missing Stephen’s Grave on this occasion. During this section, and in fact during the whole walk, hundreds of sheep were being gathered by modern day shepherds on quads or even a 4x4 pick-up – sadly no horses these days.

Crossing Wedlake’s small stream we had a long steady climb upwards, keeping Cox Tor to our right as we approached the Dew Pond to await the last two of our group to catch-up, who, as they approached, seemed to take on the look of two of the von Trapp family as they were silhouetted against the distant ‘hills were alive’ backdrop horizon. Only the singing was missing in this scene!

Now dropping down to our start point, we all jumped at the chance for a group ‘Willy’s Ice-cream’ - a very good way to end an autumn walk in the sunshine.

Although a very observant walker noticed a (one) squashed insect on the front wing of my car meaning hours of cleaning for me when I got home, still at least I had a lovely walk!

Charlie

WW 8th October 2025

 

After rather a cloudy day the promise was for the clouds to clear and the Harvest Moon to appear.

So, out from Norsworthy Bridge and up the fungus trail. Lots and lots to see and the slugs were having a feast. Out to the track and a change of plan as the wonderful moon started to appear. Passing Raddick Lane and down through the fields to Kingsett (dating from 1330!). Over the wee bridge and steadily up to Down. Barely a breath of wind so the summit made a good spot for a cuppa. The Harvest Moon shining brightly and the Eddystone winking away. Over to Hingston Hill where the moon provided a fine backdrop to the stone row. Across to Combeshead and on to Cuckoo Rock shining in the moonlight. The neat track easily took us down to the main track and back. On to the Burrator Inn in good time for a nice pint. All very, very quiet and we were the last to leave at 1010.

A most pleasant evening to be out on the moor.

TWW 7th October 2025

 Prewley Moor

A good turn out this week, eleven walkers + Huey, best for some time. Across Prewley Moor with another group silhouetted on the skyline, obviously examining the iceworks. Past the north facing ‘corrie’ and up to Shelstone Tor, no heroics on the Logan stone today. A steepening down, down to the weir and footbridge over the Okement where there were lots of rocks to sit on for a cuppa. On round Vellake Corner past the lovely old bridge to nowhere. From there it was simply a case of following the track round Meldon Reservoir, which is back to full again, but not yet overflowing.

Leaning on the gate next to the car park were two farmers looking at their heard of Shetland Ponies. They were rather cute and I am sure if Brenda had been with us we would never have got away. On up the bridle way across South Down to eventually merge with the West Devon Way and so through the gate near Prewley Water Works and the cars.

It was good to find out that The Fox And Hounds is still in the hands of Frank's family and being run by his offspring. But dear me it was quieter than anyone had ever seen it, maybe a sign of the times.

      Mike

WW 1st October 2025

 

Two Bridges car park - no not that way - up the road a bit and through the deep dark wood - could have done with torches early - lots of trip hazards - up past Beardown Farm with all its new camping signs - past a couple of campers sat by their fire - on up through the plantation - following the track uphill- try and find Beardown Tor - simple follow on uphill - ground getting a bit rough - time for torches - suddenly enveloped in thick mist - not so simple now - a bit of a wander round - then there it is flagpole and all - compass out to take us down the valley to the leat - my goodness some of the grass has reached excessive heights this year - along the leat to the weir - an easy peasy crossing - not much water - a stop for a drink on the wall - over the stile - up a bit to find the track along the valley - past Wistmans Wood - goodness the track goes on forever - suddenly there is Crockern Farm - a short walk along the drive back to the cars- late - all the pubs firmly shut with lights out - never mind - good to be out!

    Mike

TWW 30th September 2025

 

By the time we reached the R/V, the mist and low cloud had burned off and the sun was shining brightly.  From the forest car park we headed across the road and down the drove lane.  Over Broad Down and on to the waterfall for coffee. 

Once refreshed, we headed on across the river, then west wards to Sandy Hole Pass.  We then turned away from the Dart and headed north to Statts House.  Though initially we had to fight our way through marsh grass and tussocks, we eventually find a track that took us in the right direction.

A quick pause for a “team photo” and a short detour to locate the start of the Winney’s Down peat pass before we headed northeast towards Sittaford Tor, pausing en route to survey the recumbent stone circle.  Lunch was taken on Sittaford Tor.

Once refuelled, we headed down hill to Grey Wethers, meeting not one, not two, but three people on the way (how dare they!).  From the double stone circles, we took the bridle way south past the Sheep Fold and Hartland Tor and back to Postbridge. Along the way, we observed numerous rocks with “knobbly bits”, known as xenoliths. On passing the shop, we decided it would be rude not to stop for an ice cream before returning to the cars, so we did.

 Phil

WW 24th September 2025

 

What do they say? "If at first do not succeed have one more go then give up altogether."

So, out from Whiteworks toward the end of another beautiful day. Easily this time across the mire and round to Goldsmith's. Perfect visibility into Whealham Bottom and on to the incised cross. Gently up the hill to Hand Hill Cross and a superb sunset - what could be nicer? Down, down to Nun's Cross Farm and a check on Seward's. Along the track and back.

A lovely evening to be out and about.

TWW 23rd September 2025

 

A highly select team set out from Smeardon Quarry on a wonderful September morning.

Up the road for a wee bit then down to check on the Green Man - all OK. Along, along by Little Combe Tor for a very nice swing. Over the bridge and up to a very enticing swimming pool. Softly up by Great Combe to pop out under Cox. Round the track and 'through' the OS anomaly - just where is that mapped enclosed land? Down to the Wedlake gate and through to cross the Colly Brook and a nice spot for a cuppa. The steady climb toward White was enhanced by huge field mushrooms. Soon by the flagpost and views to infinity and beyond. No red flag here but we could hear the pops and bangs from Bagga Tor. Down through more thufurs by Lower White to Grass Lane. Down to the clapper bridge over Broadmoor Brook and up. Time to check on Twyste; all seems just as it was, perhaps one day someone will turn it into a nice dwelling. Soon back to the cars and on to a most welcoming and somewhat quiet Peter Tavy Inn.

A really super morning to be out.

WW 17th September 2025

 

A few words, just a few words, they said.

Always best to have a plan. Out to Whiteworks, across the mire, Goldsmith's, and up to Hand Hill Cross for a very nice sunset - what could possibly go wrong? It had been softly drizzling all day, nothing special. So a perfect Dartmoory evening to set out across the atmospheric mire. All going well, but what is that? The small Swincombe is a roaring torrent - don't fancy that at all. So back round through all the workings to the track and up. What to do? What to do when a plan totally fails? Really, only one sensible thing to do.

Off to the pub!

TWW 16th September 2025

 

Many thanks for a very nice route Charlie.

The weather was obviously going to be a bit in and out today - and so it was. Out from Princetown car park where, sadly, the car parking machines were not working. And along, along to South Hessary with views afar and good notice looking into Cornwall of when the showers would arrive. Steadily down the track and a surprise. An enclosure deep in the Hart Tor Brook valley - one theory is that the plan is to fence off all the damp places. Round the track and up to Hart with great views. A bit breezy for a cuppa so down and over the iron bridge to Black Tor Falls - always a nice spot for a cuppa. Soon time to head up to Black Tor and on to Leeden. Round by the quarry and down to Fur Tor seeking shelter from a spot of rain. Up to the railway to Foggintor to have a very nice lunch at the campsite. The goodly folk did a thorough litter pick. Up round Foggintor and yes, there was a wild swimmer seemingly just lazing in the pool. Across and down to the track and back. No sign of diving beetles but the Meavy was bubbling away.

All dry and a nice September walk.

WW 10th September 2025

 

Brenda’s car was being repaired ready for its MOT so a decision was made to meet at Princetown car park. Off past the evasive soldiers' pond and on to Heart Tor, the ground now thoroughly wetted from all the recent rain, so different from a couple of weeks ago. The hope of a good sunset not yet materialising (in fact it never did). On down to Black Tor falls and along to the well gated aqueduct. Now it must be about 25 years since I have been to the top of Raddick  Hill - I now know why!  From this rather unspectacular top it was down to the cairn and up to Cramber Tor for a cuppa where a few hints of the rising moon started to show. On to the trig point where it did make a spectacular appearance from behind the clouds. A bit of difficulty finding the start of the track to South Hessary and thence on down to the Plume of Feathers where we were served drinks at 10.00 and lots of interest in where we had been.

  A good little round without any rain.

          Mike

TWW 9th September 2025

 

The usual intrepid crew of seven, plus one fourlegged friend, met at Ringmoor Cottage on a cool but dry day.  Heading off across the Down, searching for the path that should be there – well it was there when a similar route was followed  - oh yes then it was remembered that it hadn’t been a path but a stomp through the Heather and Gorse.  Oh well yes a path was eventually found even if it involved some sharp angular turns.  Picking up the wonderful stone row that is probably only a single one really despite some double looking stones – probably due to over enthusiastic ‘restoration’.

Down to Brisworthy stone circle and then off across Legis Lake - a bit soggy but fordable. Heading up to Legis Tor for a cuppa. But first a search for the elusive vermin trap. Well it was here last time we visited so it must still be here.  However the copious amounts of bracken made things  a little difficult. Then, hurrah, found by accident and nearly passed by!

A pleasant pause for that cuppa and a view of medieval long houses in the distance  - well it is my walk after all! Then heading on to find one of the farmsteads – lovely longhouse and other associated building. Had called ahead for coffee but no one at home!

Up and across to the Trig point next to Gutter Tor with the plaque acknowledging the Dartmoor Search and Rescue Teams.  A good place for a group photo.

Back across the Down and off to the Royal Oak.  Not visited for awhile and a bit of palaver over booking – well were we 6 or 8 or maybe even 7.  The food was good when it arrived, so all ok.   A shortish walk but at least the rain held off!

Jane

WW 3rd September 2025

 

After rather a stormy day not too bad at all to set out from Yelverton Golf Club - just the odd shower. Along the first hole with its beautifully manicured green, ably assisted by lots of sheep, and round the ancient mine. Along the tracks, steadily keeping distance from the noisy A386. To seek out some fungi, and there they were - super mushrooms. Gently up to the Iron Age hillfort and the trig point. Down to cross the busy road and thread a track towards to the 8th hole. The course map provides a fine guide; 10, 11, 12 and 13. The light softly eased, but, of course, then the bright moon came out to make it back.

A very nice evening.

TWW 2nd September 2025

It was supposed to be a nice gentle stepping stones and swim walk. When I checked it out last week the rivers were low, the stones easy to cross.

Then it rained………So change of plan. Still swim I thought. Sharrah Pool I thought.

Driving across the Moor, mist and rain, temperature 14 degrees. Oh dear!

Swimming togs left in the cars, up to Bench Tor. No nice views today.

Confusion of the old brain resulted in tramping through bracken and gorse as we came off the Tor the wrong side. Rescued by the Old Man of the  Moors we retraced our steps back up to Bench.

At last heading in the right direction we soon found the wall I was aiming for.

Down, down, slippy slidey in the warm rain to meet the nice clear path from New Bridge.

The Dart was very dramatic foaming like a soda stream. It would have been fun to have a dip but a bit scary. So coffee in the rain.

Then along, along, up and down, it seemed for ever but then the sun came out shining through the beautiful old trees some big ones fallen, taking the path with them.

Then up, up to Holne to enjoy lunch outside the pub, closed till Thursdays. No Tea Shop either till Wednesdays but a wonderful little Community Shop stocking everything.

Then the long trek along the road to the cars.

Not what I planned but exercise with your mates, good enough.

Stella

WW 27th August 2025

 A heavy day at Wildside, no one else walking, so a short one from home seemed ideal.

Stella’s two mile circuit in reverse. The rain had gone, the sun was out giving everywhere a fresher look. The tide was racing in to cover the mudbanks of the Tamar. All was quiet, only the sound of my footfall then a raven's call from the woods. A little later a magpie and then near the farm a buzzard calling from overhead.

We are lucky!

Mike

TWW 26th August 2025

 

I told you it would be short, and it was. Back to the pub in a comfortable time, served in double quick time.

How do they do it? A lesson in efficiency there.

So, the Firth bridge held a fascination for some, looking for the elusive benchmark, still elusive. And indeed whether it actually was a bridge or just a location. It is indeed a bridge!

Grimspound, a well preserved late bronze age settlement, possibly called after the god, Grim, inspected and pronounced ok.  Then a climb to the first cairn and on to Hameldown cross, a squat, dismembered lump of stone, now used as a boundary stone, standing as  symbol of Christianity amongst all the pagan barrows.
On, on to Broad barrow, single barrow and then the largest barrow of all...... Two barrows. Really is two separate barrows, first really big, very much excavated and 'pillaged'. The Hameldown dagger was found here. Then the second Barrow is lying under the medieval stone wall and either side of it.

Now a nice down hill heather track towards Natsworthy corner, lovely views and a nice place for a coffee break.  Thought they were expecting us with all the marquees and stuff in a field, but no, 'twas deserted when we arrived.
Hmmm , skies looked threatening, but no matter we made ourselves comfortable at the "corner".
So, the heavens opened, the sensible one dashing for cover but the rest of us being very British, stuck it out until we were soaked before we donned  weather gear. Not a good feeling!!
Our break curtailed, the upwards path towards the RAF memorial was taken.
Those brave men, so close to home.....
I wonder what they would have made of the world today.

Back on the homeward track, happily downwards, Hookney tor in the distance and all's well with our world.

But, no  our peace was destroyed by three dirt bikes and their riders practicing their scrambling skills down Hookney, past Grimspound and up Hameldown.  Not allowed on this part of moor of course. Sheep running scared, tourists looking on in disbelief. We tried to speak with them to no avail, so we reported them.
Did look good fun though !

So back to the cars and off to the good old Warren house for lunch.
We were put in the "best" dining room. Good job we'd all dried off.

Brenda