Bagga Tor
Tavy Cleave and Hare Tor
Gibbet Hill
Lynch Tor ahead of us
Up to the top of Lynch Tor
Roos and Cox Tor in the distance
Just for a change the blogmeister
From Lynch Tor onwards we were in a different world - this was real Dartmoor. Featurless Dartmoor in the mist.....
...........and that humocky stuff where you don't know if your foot will touch the bottom...
....through the wet peaty bits.
In the mist we wandered around a while.....
........finally reaching a spot on the River Tavy below Tavy Hole where we took a short break.
By now it was getting dark. Our route back was to go further up the Tavy before taking a direct line through Walkham Head to Lynch Tor but the going was tough, (some described it as horrible and 'hobbible'). Knee deep in the tusocky stuff for ages but we hit Lynch Tor bang on target and finally arrived a the cars for 10:25. The Peter Tavy Inn was still open. The Jail Ale was accompanied by the fiddle and accordian of the Morris Dancers. We were happy. We had been there when so many hadn't!
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