Showing posts with label Dartmoor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dartmoor. Show all posts

Saturday, 6 August 2022

A Tour of Tors

As the title of this post implies today (Friday) we returned to Dartmoor and visited or viewed a whole lot of Tors. These included Hart Tor, Ingra Tor, North Hessary Tor, Sharpitor, Leather Tor, Down Tor, Cramber Tor, Vixen Tor, Pew Tor, Brent Tor, Yes Tor and King's Tor. 

But before we begin our tour of tours a brief review of earlier in the day.

Morning

My body seems to have decided 5.30am is wake up time, a little later than at home when I normally wake at 5am, but I wake without an alarm and when I get to my mobile phone out in the living room it says 5.30am. So, that seems to be just right.

I had breakfast and completed yesterday's blog post, Drew got up at 7am and I did my teeth, shaved and showered then collected our clothes together ready to put into the machine for a wash.

Travelling to Dartmoor

We left Exmouth at 9.15am and travelled the 41 miles to Princetown arriving at 10.30am. As we were heading for the opposite side of the moor from that which we visited the last time, we went down the A38 before taking the B3352 and finally the B3357. This is the route:  

Exmouth to Princetown

Dartmoor Prison Museum

We arrived at the Dartmoor Prison Museum which is situated in the Dairy of the Prison. While the Prison itself is still alive and functioning a few 100 yards down the road, the dairy has long been closed. (Amusingly having spent a large part of my life making sure I wrote diary, when I meant diary not dairy, I am finding it hard to type dairy and have had to go back and correct myself twice already!)

When I visited Dartmoor on Sunday last, three of my Facebook friends highlighted the Prison Museum as a place worth visiting, they were right - thank you Den, Neil and Fiona.


One of the restrictions for visitors to the museum, is that, due to prisoners sometimes working on site, no photos are allowed on the premises. But even without photo memories the prison's story is a fascinating one.

The history of the Prison is fascinating. It is the oldest operational prison in the UK having been founded in March 1806 and become the site where French prisoners of war were housed during the Napoleonic Wars. It opened in 1809 and was full be the end of the year. Its capacity was extended when in 1812 Britain was at war with America (the 1812 - 1815 war) and American Prisoners of War were also located here. 

Disease, e.g. pneumonia, typhoid and smallpox. killed more than 11,000 French prisoners and 271 Americans. Their graveyards and memorials are at the rear of the prison and some of the images in the museum are pictures of these. 

The prison was repurposed as a penal institution in 1850 and in the 1914-1918 war was further repurposed as a labour camp for 'Conchies' - Conscientious Objectors, who for moral or religious grounds, refused to fight and kill.

Following the end of the 14-18 war the prison returned to its previous function and is still doing so. There are currently 640 places at Dartmoor and 627 inmates. Space for a couple more as the person selling tickets joked as we entered the Museum!! 

The museum artefacts are many and varied, from history and letters from or to prisoners, to farming machinery and photographs of various Prison activity including arable farming, animal farming, arts and crafts made by the prisoners ranging from small to large items as well as traditional prison work like Mailbag production. The sense the photographs give is of a big, productive operation. Though also indicate that all is not always easy in prison, with a special section on the 1932 riot at the prison which saw many prisoners escape, only to be caught on the moor, by police and army deployments, over the next 24 hours.  

The museum also includes some of the life history of its famous prisoners including the political prisoner, Eamon de Valera, first Prime Minister, and later President, of the Republic of Ireland and its notorious prisoners e.g. Frank Mitchell (the ‘Mad Axeman’) and Ronnie Biggs along with the few who were successful in escaping from the prison including ‘Rubber Bones’ Webb who wriggled to freedom via the hot air warming ducts and ‘Foxy’ Fowler who absconded from the toilets in this museum building!

Visit complete we were encouraged to buy some of the current artefacts which the inmates are producing. They are actually well made garden ornaments. 


Lunch

From the Museum we drove the 0.6 of a mile down to the centre of Princetown calling at the High Moorland Visitor Centre


The centre gives a fascinating insight into the landscape of the moor and of the way it has been shaped by human habitation since the Mesolithic era 12,000 to 6,000 years ago. For more detail on this information check out the images on Flickr, starting here and clicking/swiping left.

The building has another source of fame too, being the former Duchy Hotel where Arthur Conan Doyle stayed on the moor and where he met Mr. Baskerville, who was his coach driver over the moors. The Hound of the Baskervilles integrating some of his experiences on the moor into a well loved story. 

A model of Holmes in the Visitor's Centre

Before embarking on our walk, we visited the Old Police Station Cafe along the road from the visitor's centre for a spot of lunch.

It being Friday I opted for the egg mayo sandwich on brown bread and Drew for tuna mayo on white bread. This was washed down by a black coffee for me and a latte for Drew.


Princetown Walking Tour

As with our previous visit to the Moor we took advantage of the Audio tour available from the National Parks website. The zip file with the downloadable audios are here for anyone interested. A transcript of the route can be found here.


Heading off past the Dartmoor Brewery we came to an old Railway Line which has been layed out for cycling and walking.


Drew noted that following a Grey Granite Road might not bring on a song as much as 'Follow the Yellow Brick Road', but of course we sang 'Follow the Grey Granite Road' for the next few minutes 😂 The path has horses and cows along the way. The full photo set of the walk - a lot - can be seen on Flickr, start here and click/swipe left.

We walked past the old Railway station and down to the first of the railway bridges which spanned a tiny trickle of a brook, one assumes from its height that the water gets higher in the winter.


From here we walked across a B road and a stream then up a path towards Hart Tor.

Drew leaping the stream

Hart Tor isn't as steep as Bellever Tor but, due to its position on the hill provides an amazingly diverse range of views


including down to the sea in Plymouth
and across to four other Tors

the views were so amazing that Drew took a full circular range of shots as a panorama.

From Hart Tor the landscape drops down to the Hart Tor brook. On the way it passes a barrow (grave) which seemed to still, so many generations later, be a source of nutrition for the ponies and cows.


Archaeologists of the area think this grave was one of the famous leaders of the area as it has a Stone Row pointing the way to it, which descendants/worshippers would have followed in some ritual way.

We were warned that we would have to use steeping stones to cross the Hart Tor brook, which is fast running, but luckily some friendly sort had provided a metal sheet as a bridge.


Having crossed the brook we soon reached Black Tor Falls - which had a lovely sound of crashing water. Black Tor Falls is not only noticeable because the beauty of the sights and sounds, but because of the ruins of Tin working which took place above it.


A Blowing House which housed a tin furnace

From the falls we tool a short walk to the aqueduct where the Devonport Leat (water supply) crosses the River Mervy, cue a song about 'Leat across the Mervy', I don't need to tell you which tune!


The Leat, on crossing the river Mervy, becomes an optical illusion, where due to the fast fall of the riverbed, it appears that the water of the Leat is running uphill. 

The Leat, with its clear fresh water, now runs into the Burrator Reservoir, but previously it went all the way to Devonport on the coast.

The next part of the walk, enjoyable as it was in the comfortable 18C sunny weather, was uphill and led across a B road before joining back up with the disused railway line and the impressive Ingra Tor. On Flickr you will see photos of Vixen Tor, Pew Tor and Brent Tor (with its church on top) in the distance. However, the walk took us close up to Ingra Tor.

Once around Ingra Tor we were able to clammer into the Quarry behind the Tor which had been used when the railway was being constructed. You can still see signs of the worked stone. 


From Ingra Tor it was up another very steep path (these tours seem to keep the steep parts of the walk until late on - puff, puff) up to King's Tor where there are signs of the old railway holt, now just looking like abandoned stones.


Finally, the walk returned to the Princetown area and we got into the car. It had taken us 3 hours 30 minutes to do 7.9 miles (19,400 steps) [Co-pilot's note: It is worth, dear readers, noting that our friendly tour guide indicated that this route would be just under 10 kilometres, when we reached 11 kilometres I thought it somewhat odd, when we reached 12 kilometres I was getting concerned. It finished as 12.49 kilometres. I think they are just as geographically challenged as me!!] 

It had been worth the effort and the time to see the sights and feel the relaxing flow of endorphins which comes from putting some effort into getting pleasure. With the uneven ground and steep parts, a walk like this seems great for the mental health - you can't focus on anything else when your mind needs to concentrate on where your foot is going next and the effort to walk on. The benefit of a walk like this is like Christian Meditation or Buddhist Mindfulness in encouraging the mind to focus on one thing and pushing all else aside. 

Back to Exmouth

We got back to the car at 4.05pm and went back the 41 miles to our accommodation arriving back at 5.25. Time for a wash and rest before dinner tonight, which will be the subject of the next post.

Monday, 1 August 2022

Bellever Tor is a helluva tor

The local poet Paul Mann wrote the words of today's title in his poem - The Ballad of Bellever Tor. The first verse goes:

Bellever Tor is a helluva tor,  

It’s a rip-snortin’, ca-vortin’ swell-of-a-tor

And if, as I live, I heard tell-of-a-tor

The words I inferred would be “Bellever Tor”.

Well, Bellever Tor which is the centre of Dartmoor was also the centre of our day today.


Morning

Having got up at 5.30am (a real lie-in for me when on holiday) I uploaded last night's photos and began yesterday's blog posts. Drew got up around 7am and after breakfast and ablutions we headed out at 10am.

Planning for Dartmoor  

For no reason that I can determine Drew has been obsessing about Dartmoor since we started the journey on Thursday - perhaps it is the only place in Devon he has heard of? [Co-pilot's note: As slander, dear readers, a defamatory slander!! I do like open moor land, as others may remember from our visits to Bodmin Moor and the Yorkshire Moors in the past. AND I had also heard of Exeter] Anyway, this obsession has crept into my mind, so for our first touring day we decided Dartmoor is where we would go.

I had seen the Dartmoor National Park website, so before heading off I looked for some suggestions of what to do on Dartmoor. The website provides a series of downloadable audio walks (with transcript and maps). So taking advantage of the wi-fi at our accommodation I downloaded them ready for the journey.  

Travelling to Dartmoor

Having made our decision about our planned walk we left Exmouth for Dartmoor at 10am. There was a route via the M5/A30 which bypasses parts of the moor, but we opted for the more traditional route along the B3212 which took us through villages with quaint names like Doccombe, Batworthy and MoretonHampstead (marked as M'Hampstead on most of the signs given the length of the name). 

The undulating road was easy driving, for most of the journey we were preceded by a bicycle, a tourist bus and a Belgian Motorhome. 

Dartmoor National Park

We entered the Moor and were warned about lazy sheep on the road:

But in fact, the only things lying down we saw were a herd of Long Horn cattle.



Postbridge

We arrived at the Postbridge National Park Visitor's Centre at 11.15am. 

Where we parked the car and used the facilities. Having left a glorious Exmouth in bright sun it soon became clear that the Moor has a different climate - we should have guessed! There was now a light but persistent drizzle, that was like a low-lying fog. So, we also decided to buy a Mac in a Sac each. Drew's in yellow, mine in blue.

Bellever Walking Tour

With our new macs we headed out on the first stage of the tour - you can follow the full tour in the transcript or in the audio files (note the pods are in a zipped file which will need to be unzipped to use).


The wide path soon became something a little narrower and was to the left, so we both began the 'Time Warp' from the Rocky Horror show - only singing the words, not doing the actions - when a perplexed women appeared among the trees beside us - she was picking herbs and mosses, so didn't seem to disturbed by random singers. 


This took us to Kraps Ring a circular area made up of granite boulders which were orignally a Bronze Age Village of about 15 houses where people would have been living in around 1,500 BCE. There is also evidence (the circle) of a wall around the village.



Moving away from Kraps Ring and further up the hill we come to what archaeologists believe is the Chief's house overlooking the village.


There are also a series of burial mounds, most of which are now only small humps with more wildflowers growing than on surrounding land. 

From here we climbed Lakehead Hill where there is a more substantial buriel area and a kistvaen (stone chest) and markers. While people may have been shorter 3,500 years ago, they clearly would have had to be squeezed in to be buried here. 

We leave the hill and walk down a path, ready for our next climb up Bellever Tor. As we do so the audio tells us that this area sees a lot of Dartmoor Ponies, but that they are often scared of humans, so can be as elusive as Bear's in Alaska - at the moment the audio says this a Spring of Ponies (yes spring is the right word, I looked it up while writing the blog having wondered out loud about it as we walked.) appear and begin to get closer to us. All the pictures are on Flickr in addition to this one here:

The Path to the Tor become steeper

But it is worth the effort to get up there as the Tor is an amazing piece of geology as well as being the centre point of the Moor. No wonder so many spooky stories are written about these parts when these odd landscape features are so common.  

Again more photos of the Tor and the wonderful views it provides of the surrounding countryside are on my Flickr page.

The person on the Audio Walk got really excited at this point about the Sheep Count at Laughter Tor. These walled enclosures were used instead of counting sheep. Once the Count was full you knew you had all your sheep!! I don't think this kind of Sheep Count would helping with falling asleep!!


Laughter Tor is far less impressive that Bellever Tor, but like it, gives an amazing view of all the land around. The Tor itself has a complex history which is well outlined in this piece. Though I've not found anything explaining why it is called Laughter Tor, though it may be a corruption of an old word - lough - meaning to pile up.

Our route down from Laughter Tor was along a path beside a wall which was at the edge of a steep field in which heather and pine trees (small ones) were growing. The field included some lovely wimberry bushes, as can be seen in the photo below.

We came next to Bellever Forest with its wide range of trees and wide pathways.

Once we were through the Forest, we came to the East Dart River, which (as it is accessible by car) was very busy on what was now a sunny Sunday afternoon.
I was pleased as we left the river and walked up a minor road towards Postbridge that our Macs in Sacs worked so well and we both managed to get them back into the sac, something that I thought (given my cag handedness) would have been more difficult than it was. 


The route we took, with a couple of variations when we missed a turn, is well outlined in the map below:

It was a 10km, six mile, walk and two hours and forty minutes or 15,400 steps. It was well worth the effort to see such amazing sites in this unusual landscape. 


The Trip back to Exeter

We took the same route back as we had taken out this morning. But this time managed to catch some of the feel for the major town in the area. Moretonhampstead. It looks like a busy place to live with both a food festival and a carnival in the next month. 
Most interesting of all is the Alms houses from 1637 which are near the town centre. The local history indicates that while it was rebuilt in 1637, the original building on this site, remains of which were used for the new building was a medieval hospital built in 1451.

Dinner in Exeter

Based on a recommendation of one of my friends, thank you Tim, we decided to eat this evening at Al Farid Restaurant in the centre of Exeter, which was on our way home.

Al Farid, as well as a full menu, offers the opportunity of a share Meze, which is a series of mixed dishes. We decided to go for this option.
Our choices were Hummus Beiruti, a chickpea puree with hot pepper, parsley, garlic, lemon juice and tahini; Tzatziki, which is grated cucumber mixed with yoghurt, garlic, fresh mint and dill; Batata Harra, which is new potatoes sautéed with sweet peppers, garlic, onions and spicy harissa sauce; Grilled Moroccan Sausage, served on a skewer with a sweet and spicy sauce; Aradis, a Lemongrass, garlic, coriander and harissa marinated set of grilled tiger prawns and Izmir Kofta, which are cinnamon spiced lamb meatballs slowly braised in a tomato sauce. These were served with Pita Bread and we added to the selection a Fattoush Salad, a mixed salad with olives, lemon, fresh mint and olive oil dressing and some flatbreads.


The food was cooked as well as Tim suggested that it would be, also the flavours were amazing. Drew thought the Batata Harra was his favourite as it was very spicy, he would select the Hummus and the Moroccan Sausage as numbers two and three. I loved the potatoes too but think that the juicy Tiger Prawns win for my favourite flavours, closely followed by the juicy lamb koftas (which were exactly like Albondigas, but made from lamb not pork). A thoroughly enjoyable and filling meal.


We finished with Moroccan Coffee for me and Mint Tea for Drew.


Back to Exmouth

We got back to Exmouth having done 69 miles in 2 hour 40 minutes of driving. The car was at 54% when we got back to the house at 7.15pm (an enjoyable nine hours since we were last here). So we put the car on charge and sat and relaxed until going to bed at 10.30pm.