The weather on Tuesday was set fair so we decided to head for Cranmere Pool - third attempt at this one. We set off from Belstone and used the western track to get to the ridge. Headed off to pick up the military loop road which took us further, faster. It was decidedly odd to round a corner and see cars parked up. At the top of the road we met up with the army and its cadets - and their lunch van. All happily tucking in to their bag lunch but none to spare for passing walkers.
At this point we had to leave the road and walk on a bearing to the Pool. This was where the going got distinctly wet and boggy. There is no choice but to wend your way across peat hags, through the boggy bits and try to avoid the wobbly ground.
Cranmere Pool sits in a boggy hollow and is not visible until you arrive so you have to trust the bearing you are walking on. About half way there, we were passed by a chap wearing shorts and carrying only a compass moving at some speed. Once he was behind us, he started to shout loudly - we assumed he was looking for his dog or something. On we trudged and thought we could see the "pool" ahead when a second person approached us. This turned out to be a young (11 or 12 year old) boy who was clearly distressed. "Have you seen my dad?" were his opening words. Suddenly clicked that his dad had passed us and the shouting was him trying to find his son. We shouted across the moor, waved our sticks and suggested that the young lad stayed in one place while his father headed back towards us. Left them getting reunited.
Question - if there are only two of you and you are in the middle of a huge bog, how DO you lose your young son?
We had lunch at the Pool, signed the visitor's book then set out towards Hangingstone Hill over yet more bog then back on decent tracks to Belstone. A 12 mile classic through some tricky and trembly terrain.
On the way back through Taw Marshes we find a good path that avoids Steeperton Gorge and watch two men on quad bikes and their dogs round up a whole valley-load of sheep and corral them onto one hillside. The sheep file up the hill very neatly one by one.
As we arrived back at the village, we just happened to do so at the same time as three mini-bus loads of children who had been on various "activities" on the moor that day. They were being rounded up ready to return to their camp. They were very busy discussing the best bits of their day very loudly. Sat and enjoyed our flask of chilled OJ despite the company!
Arrived home tired but happy.
On Wednesday we set off for North Wales to visit Ian and Jacqueline as threatened.
Today the Welsh summer welcomed us with torrential rain followed by heavy drizzle and low visibility. Decided that we would go and see their house plot in Aber then walk on up to the falls, depending on the weather of course. With a brief interlude for a splendid lunch at the cafe in Aber, we did just that. The walk to the falls, though wet and windy with driving mist, was well worth the effort. I have never seen water thundering off the mountain as it was today. The noise, sheer amount of water and spray had to be heard and seen to be believed. The river could definitely be described as in spate. Stunning waterfall and quite a few people had made the effort. Not sure that umberellas and jeans could be called appropriate clothing though. (For clarification this was not us- we were well wrapped in Gortex,)
No photos as it was too wet for cameras - that didn't stop some people trying but not us.
Oh - and we heard today that we now have an official verbal acceptance of the offer on the plot and the land. Just waiting for the formal written acceptance to arrive with our solicitors.
Should also mention that Gary has been "red-penning" previous posts to ensure my grammar and punctuation is correct. I have had to make a few amendments!!
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