Postbridge.
An old classic we haven’t done for a while. Classic walks are classic because they are usually good!
Leaving Postbridge on the steady climb up to Broadun Rocks the usual mud and squelch seemed to have completely disappeared, how often can you say that at the beginning of April?
On to the waterfall hoping for a spectacular sunset but the sun rapidly dropped behind the hills and the lack of cloud meant no reflected rays. A short stop for a drink by the much diminished falls. Following the old leat for a while we dropped down to find the gate which led us toward beehive hut. A short hunt for the track up through the furze bushes to gain the ridge to Heartland Tor and a pleasant bimble back to Postbridge.
Initially the East Dart looked hopeful, all lit up outside, but in darkness inside. So on to the ever faithful Prince of Wales which had the door locked despite the activity inside. Brenda bless her managed to blag her way in - she does seem to be good at that!
Mike