A week's holiday, due to be spent camping near the moor and reaching as many tor summits as possible. Instead, as much due to a recovering ankle as lockdown, we started the week with a few miles on the flat. For this, we booked in and enjoyed a lovely couple of hours at Antony House gardens and woodland. We'd never managed to get there before, as the property is closed on Fridays and Saturdays, which tend to be our days off.
Thankfully, this brought no extra ankle difficulties. So our next trip was to the most westerly tor, Brent Tor (334m) [J1]. It's a quick jaunt up from the church car park, the last bit being steps to the well photographed church. It was open, with hand sanitiser to use before entry. A few prayers and scripture readings were available for contemplation, including one of my favourite
Psalms, 121.
As we came out of the church, the sky was very dark, and before we were back in the car, the rain had started.
I did make Jonathan read me the poem from the Dartmoor 365 book, though, before we left the car park. It tells of the
legend of the founding of the church on Brentor. We then drove home in a storm with thunder and lightning! Other than driving through North Brentor village [I1] and spotting the old railway station, our plan to hunt for more of the Dartmoor 365 points of interest was washed away.
After a couple of days in Bristol with my mum, we had one more trip to the moor. Parking north west of Princetown, we trekked up to Little Mis Tor (pictured below, 485m) and then Great Mis (538m). Rain seems to be a theme this month, as our search for the
Devil's frying pan on the top was curtailed as a heavy shower blew in. Actually, by the time we reached the car, the wind had dried us out! Hey ho, pretty normal for Dartmoor.
