Sleep Walking and A Less Than Manly Beverage

It feels weird heading into London at the end of the day, destined for a walking trip. The usual stressed and miserable faces passing me are replaced by somewhat more relaxed, and somewhat less sober ones. I arrive at Paddington and settle down for a beer to wait for Rich (@FlintyRich) to turn up. I follow his progress into and across London by a stream of social media check-ins. He joins me with a beer and we sit out the remaining wait time before the train catching up on things since we last met up. Continue reading “Sleep Walking and A Less Than Manly Beverage”

A Misty Meet

I pulled up in the car park at Lane End and spotted Paul (@paulgbuck) and Col (@colinastbury) over to the right, so hobbled over to meet them. Continue reading “A Misty Meet”

New Year, New Dartmoor – Part 1: Back on the Moor

It’s a long drive down to Dartmoor, but today it flew by, helped by the fact that most of the traffic was heading the other way, leaving the south west in the post-New Year reluctant crawl back to work. Almost before I knew it, the distances to Exeter were falling into single digits, and the city I once lived in for 7 years was coming into view. I pulled over into a layby and messaged Paul (@paulgbuck) to let him know I was going to be early. Continue reading “New Year, New Dartmoor – Part 1: Back on the Moor”

Falling in Love with Dartmoor – Part 3: Some Strange Behaviour

The Cox Tor and Pew Tor Figure of 8

We repeat the process of 24 hours before and assemble in the Fox Tor before piling into cars for the short drive out to the start of the walk.  Mist shrouds the top of North Hessary Tor as we drive out of Princetown, with the top of the TV mast poking out as if it’s somehow suspended above the cloud. Continue reading “Falling in Love with Dartmoor – Part 3: Some Strange Behaviour”

Falling in Love with Dartmoor – Part 1: The Introduction

“…Dartmoor contains such a rich variety of landscape, as many boulders, foaming rivers and twisted trees as my heart could ever desire. . . . ” ― Alan Lee

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