|Crossing a miniature clapper bridge.|
There was nothing springlike about our walk - which was a little disappointing. I guess this is because we are so much higher. The colours of the moor make it look a desert at the moment. The grass is still dead and has not started to recover from being covered by the snow blanket. The bilberry bushes and the heather are brown and show little sign of wanting to wake up. Only the occasional gorse bush shone out from the muted moorland colours.
As we headed out onto the moor we saw that every gate and stile had signs to remind dog owners to keep their dogs under control (1st March -31st July). There are plenty of lambs lower down on the moor and we have seen the result of dogs chasing and attacking sheep. It is not pleasant.
The notices reminded us that it will also soon be the bird breeding season on Dartmoor. Skylarks, meadow pipits, curlews and lapwings are just a few of the ground nesting birds that breed on Dartmoor and so we take care to keep The Collie and The Lakeland under control.
We passed the bank of tall beech trees growing out of the wall. Beech hedges are planted on top of walls today but they are not usually left to grow into a majestic line of trees like these.
I resorted to using the 'art' setting on my camera because it really was such a drab day especially as the light was fading as well. While this setting brightens up the day it also emphasises the strength of the stone walls and the bare branches.
The path was very boggy in sections.
and not much fun to walk. We met some delightfully fluffy sheep - I don't know what breed they were but they watched us struggle through the mud with much amusement I think.
The rest of the walk was uneventful and not as interesting as other walks we have done. We were following the Dart up river and we had intended spotting secret swimming spots for later in the year. We soon realised that this must be an over walked path and any swimming spots would not be very secret! We were aiming for the East Dart waterfall but we decided to turn back as the Lakeland was tiring and the light was fading.
This is a walk for another day.