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