Driving to the RV via Denham Bridge the banks and woods were carpeted with bluebells. Early? I don’t know, I don’t keep a diary.
Setting off across the dam at Burrator and over the wall into the woods we were going to be in for a treat. But no, not a bluebell in sight, lots of leaves, amongst which Brenda spotted a solitary flower poking its head up.
So along through the beautiful oak woods, over the Sheepstor brook cascading down to the Meavy and on to the stile in the corner where there were indeed a few flowers but they all need more time.
On down to the lovely Yeo Farm, over higher Meavy bridge then following the footpath across a couple of fields with a stop for refreshment sitting on a granite roller. Back into the woods following the wall in the direction of Dousland until the wood almost ran out. It was then a matter of crossing the old leat and the road to pick up the dismantled railway in a world of bright yellow gorse glowing in the fading light.
Back to the cars and on to the Burrator for a pint. (No over priced steaks on the board tonight.)
First night walk without the use of torches- is that a contradiction?
Mike