While walking by the water on Dartmoor yesterday with friends from the University of the Third Age, these words of Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s flowed into my head:

 ‘I chatter, chatter, as I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on forever.’

 It can be tranquil on Dartmoor – and it can also be scary. What with the ghosts said to frequent the moor, and the mists that can descend with little or no warning, it’s best to prepare for all eventualities before going there!

Go with a group, as I usually do, and then at least when a mist descends everyone is lost together! The best bit of these walks, for me, is the meal we share once the exertions are over. We ate yesterday at Brimpt’s Farm Tea-room, near Dartmeet, where we were offered choices between ploughman’s, bowls of soups, filled rolls – or, despite it being ‘officially’ lunch-time – Devon cream teas.

Plenty of people chose the cream tea, but all our choices were declared afterwards to be simply yummy!


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