Christmas has come and gone. The weather has been fairly wet and wild and Jackie and I have managed a few walk-abouts. Mostly kept off the higher moor by the wild winds. As Jackie was busy this am I thought I would take myself off for a wander. Nothing too strenuous but as Les and I had been chatting yesterday over another Weatherspoon's Eggs Benedict breakfast about a camp I did last summer with Tim and Peter I thought I would take the opportunity to check it out today.
The met was not good but hey this is Dartmoor in winter. It's never that good in the summer!
Despite appearances it was very windy coming at you from the West. It didn't help out or back it merely kept blowing you sideways.
Looking North. Were off up there somewhere. |
An ancient grave. Looking North. |
This stream is the path down to the river normally. |
Campfire spot 1. No. |
Campfire Spot 2. No. |
Another view of 2. |
Campfire Spot 3. No. |
The usual Camp Fire spot 3. Sat in a puddle! |
I have been sleeping under a poncho in the lee of this wall on and off for more years than I can remember. |
Camp Fire Spot 3. |
At least I managed to get a fire going for a brew. All natural materials gathered on the way in today. |
After an hour playing around and brewing up I headed back South.
Tim's hammock tree. |
Far too many right angles. I think I also spotted chisel marks. |
Old Man's Beard. |
Plenty of fallen dead wood. |
Still blowing a hoolie from the West on the return journey. |
Windy and cold but a beautiful day for all that. |