Kept you busy for a few hours. Idle hands and all that
Spring is certainly in the air, my Foxhound has started to fuck off and not come back in a hurry when weâre over the common.
Very envious ⌠will be back there in August all being well.
its one of my favourite places in devon, if the original retirement plan doesnât work out, we will end up there permanently
We go for folk week. TBH I would be happy if the festival was cancelled this year and we can have a quiet week.
let me know if you go up, maybe we can go for a pint or something
Seem to have been in the kitchen most of the day.
Anyway, Iâm making a couple of things to take pics of for a website and instawank etc. Did this grey one, now cutting a black mohair dinner coat with a squarer shoulder line and peak lapel.
âŚmarking examinations all day. Iâm not even halfway finished. Quite impressed with how the candidates are doing lockdown and online learning notwithstanding.
Out with the Wildlife Trust in the woods above Rivelin reservoir (LH side in this pic)
A bit misty early on but cleared later
Holly used to be cropped here for winter fodder but the bushes have got a bit big and too numerous, so we took a few down
then planted a few low-growing species (blackthorn, hawthorn and hazel) in the open spaces to give a more âsteppedâ look to the side of the wood, which is mostly mature trees.
Quick dog walk, utter waste of time, he wanted to come home after 3 minutes.
He really is a log, unless on a beach where he will run for a couple of hours.
Not sure if itâs the smells when he isnât on his local walk that he doesnât like
Might get him a treadmill
Sorting out new wall ovens after our current one decided that it didnât want to be an oven anymore. It wanted to be a BBQ fire pit
Nice and straightforward with your back in its current state!
Will model for big and tall line.
You sure itâs a dog youâve got, and not some kind of angry hamster?
We took the weekly walk from Dartmeet in the centre of the moor. From the car park there itâs a straight climb of 6-700 ft to the rock formations of Yar Tor.
Incredibly dry up there at the moment. The fire of a couple of weeks ago was no real surprise.
At the top there was a cairn with a spiral path into the centre of it. Difficult to get high enough to show it.
The views were good and couldâve been amazing but for the haze.
We then headed further East to find a small Kistvaen (burial tomb) called the Money Pit.
Legend had it that a local farmer dreamt there was a trove of money in it and headed up there in a rush to find it. Sadly for him, all there was was a heart shaped flint which he took home. From that day on, his demeanour changed and he became cantankerous, mean & angry & stayed that way until a friends child came to stay, took the flint out to play with & lost it. From then on the farmerâs original demeanour returned and he resumed being the kindly soul people had known previously.
Anyhow, the money pit.
Heading further East a large cross on a granite stack commemorates a young soldier killed in Palestine just before the end of the Great war.
From there we turned South making for the aptly named Sharp Tor rising out of the haze.
View from the top back towards Yar Tor on the left.
We dropped into the valley of Rowbrook & crossed the stream there pretty much at its source.
and headed up the other side looking for the Coffin Stone which we thought weâd found but it wasnât the right one.
Nearby there is a large flat stone with a split in it that used to be used to rest the coffins of dead people (after a steep climb) being taken to Widecombe for burial. One of these cadavers was of a man so evil that the coffin & stone were allegedly struck by lightning and split in two. But the above isnât that stone!
Back at Dartmeet for a bit of lunch.
While we were there I wanted to scout another walk which involves crossing some rather precarious looking stepping stones over the West Dart but I wouldnât have tried it today. That will need to wait until summer when thereâs less water in the river.
We also went to look at Combestone Tor because itâs a striking lookout but also because thereâs another feature there called Hangmanâs Pit. Legend had it another farmer had gone to market, sold his horse, got drunk on the proceeds, bought the horse back at a much higher price and was so fearful of his wife that on the way home he hanged himself from the Rowan Tree in Hangmanâs Pit.
Seems likely.
Combestone Tor
Clapper bridge back at Dartmeet
Lovely.
I remember going to a cafe there on me holidays when I was a kid. Summat to do with a badger iirc.
Yes, Badgers Holt. Still there, we used the car park, but of course the cafe is closed for now
Excellent, yet again.
Thanks Guy.
Used to do scones that you got in slices. Probably mid to late 70âs. Stayed in a flat on Teignmouth seafront. Must go back one day.
Really makes me want to move from the flatlands of east Anglia to somewhere lumpy.