...or the fact that we had breakfast first at the very bus Fox Tor Café....
...or that it was just a very, very nice hot summers day as we headed out on to the moor.
As we got close to Hart Tor it felt like we were under attach as two low flying giant Hercules aircraft came up over the horizon heading straight for us and then veering away at the last minute.
Down past the stone rows to Black Tor Falls stopping at the adjacent blowing house with number 13 inscribed in the lintel in roman numerals.
Black Tor Falls
Up to Black Tor...
...and across the road to Leeden Tor
Down to the railway line
And, down again to the green lane....
An unusual sign warning of cats.
Through the fields to...
Walkhampton and the very well appointed bus shelter.
A short walk up the hill and back to the start at the Burrator Inn for lunch. With Stella, Mike, Ann, Laura, Charlie, Karin, Terry, Brenda, Jane, Peter Jon and Tylo.