Woke up to a real Dartmoor frost
After that some of us headed out for a walk across the moor, others went paddling.
Dartmoor is a beautiful place,
full of myths and legends,
spooky old chapels
and tiny bridges with hiding places for devils.
The stiles are all stone, growing out of the soil.
and the houses are dissolving back into the land.
Even the fungi is strange here - click here to see other flora spotted today.
You get to walk on other peoples land here, which is a good chance to be nosey.
Denise and I loved crunching through the ice.
I've rarely been on the moor in such brilliant conditions.
Dartmoor walking weather is a gentle rain that falls through a drifting mist.
It was so clear today that Denise and I could see the rest of our party as they waited for us on this bridge.
Today really was a painters day, one ideal for getting out the water colours and making a complete mess.
When granite is the only material, it gets used for everything, bridges
and houses.
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We carried on walking in the crystal clear air,
it was bitterly cold with a bighting wind,
and totally stunning.
With the light fading, we headed home,
The rest of the group had been canoeing on the RIVER DART, upper and middle, all day and as the night fell an almost full moon rose up into the sky.
We took our tired bodies into the hot tub.
How Becca managed to swivel her feet into that position I can't imagine (oo, look, long, spidery toes).
Foot mountain!
That's my wine glass balancing on my knee - pretty clever eh?
Happy smiley people.
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