![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
A really nice day doing exciting outdoor things with E. We spent the first part of the afternoon bouldering and I was pleased to find my injured finger holding up well under the strain. Despite all the recent downtime my form was good and I felt strong, flashing a burly overhung problem that E decided she wasn't even going to attempt.
Having made the effort to get out of town, we decide to take advantage of the beautiful weather and late sunset, heading to Burrator Reservoir for a walk up and over Sheepstor.
Looking south from the top of Sheepstor towards the village.
The views from the tor were truly spectacular — I hadn't brought my camera, so I had to make do with my less-than-wonderful phone camera, which seems to have really struggled with the contrast in some of these shots — with dramatic brooding clouds and crepuscular rays.
Looking southwest from the top of Sheepstor out over Burrator Reservoir towards Dousland and Yelverton.
Coming down from the tor we passed a boulder with amazing looking roof — fortunately we'd left our kit in the car, otherwise I think we'd've shoed up and given it a try! — and passed through a particularly charming little Devonian lane with amazing trees and beautiful foxgloves:
A lane with foxgloves.
Walking along back by the edge of the water, passed amazing quantities of elderflowers, we completed our loop, hopped into the car and drove to Meavy where we arrived just in time to have supper at The Royal Oak. I had a delicious risotto — pea, mint, and red onion — while E had a huge steak and Jail Ale pie.
Rather than drive back around the edge of the moor, we took the scenic route over the top, through Princetown and Moretonhampstead. The timing was perfect: we caught the tail of the sunset; then, midway across, we saw the valleys start to fill with fog, slowing down for patches of dense mist. Having been initially sceptical about the signs warning of sheep lying in the road, we had to slow down to a crawl on a number occasions to allow E to dodge round animals that had got it into their wooly minds that the road was a sensible place to settle down for the night — presumably the dark tarmac re-radiates a lot of the day's heat, making it an attractive place for a snooze.
After an uneventful journey and a much needed and truly wonderful day out, we finally made it back to Exeter just short of the witching hour...
Having made the effort to get out of town, we decide to take advantage of the beautiful weather and late sunset, heading to Burrator Reservoir for a walk up and over Sheepstor.
Looking south from the top of Sheepstor towards the village.
The views from the tor were truly spectacular — I hadn't brought my camera, so I had to make do with my less-than-wonderful phone camera, which seems to have really struggled with the contrast in some of these shots — with dramatic brooding clouds and crepuscular rays.
Looking southwest from the top of Sheepstor out over Burrator Reservoir towards Dousland and Yelverton.
Coming down from the tor we passed a boulder with amazing looking roof — fortunately we'd left our kit in the car, otherwise I think we'd've shoed up and given it a try! — and passed through a particularly charming little Devonian lane with amazing trees and beautiful foxgloves:
A lane with foxgloves.
Walking along back by the edge of the water, passed amazing quantities of elderflowers, we completed our loop, hopped into the car and drove to Meavy where we arrived just in time to have supper at The Royal Oak. I had a delicious risotto — pea, mint, and red onion — while E had a huge steak and Jail Ale pie.
Rather than drive back around the edge of the moor, we took the scenic route over the top, through Princetown and Moretonhampstead. The timing was perfect: we caught the tail of the sunset; then, midway across, we saw the valleys start to fill with fog, slowing down for patches of dense mist. Having been initially sceptical about the signs warning of sheep lying in the road, we had to slow down to a crawl on a number occasions to allow E to dodge round animals that had got it into their wooly minds that the road was a sensible place to settle down for the night — presumably the dark tarmac re-radiates a lot of the day's heat, making it an attractive place for a snooze.
After an uneventful journey and a much needed and truly wonderful day out, we finally made it back to Exeter just short of the witching hour...
