Dartmoor is a long way from home for a weekend. Still we made the effort. Arriving in Postbridge to a head torch procession of young people with large heavy packs heading onto the moor practising for the Ten Tors challenge. We shouldered packs and went towards Bellever Tor to wildcamp. Walking in the dark forest enjoying the sounds of the night.
Dawn was not witnessed by us and the noise from more groups practising their skill for the Ten Tors woke me as they walked nearby our camp. Still we got up and got going. Good weather and good walking beckoned.
We walked back into the forest and out over the road taking a good path via Chy and up over by Longaford Tor. It was good weather.
From there it was down to cross the river by a weir. We met more groups training hard for the Ten Tors. One lad stopped to talk and asked if we were actually doing this for fun. We told him "yes" he shook his head and walked off mumbling to himself.
We headed on from there by Conies Down and Cocks Hill. Time was spent lounging around taking in the views and watching yet more teams of Tor Challengers charging around training hard. We figured at this point we could do some Tors.
We headed north up to Lynch Tor. Then headed across country to Fur Tor. Somewhere between them we stopped again to relax and again watch the procession of groups getting more miles under their belts before the big event in a few weeks. Keith woke me up to remind me we had to get to our wildcamp destination. Fur Tor is impressive and we climbed up on top.
We then went down and admired the view some more. It is a big vista there.
Cut Hill was a place I visited last year on a walk in Dartmoor. We walked up on top wondering about the erosion on top and how the rocks in places looked like man made benches. From there we needed to find a wildcamp and I remembered a good spot. We found it with a short walk along the East Dart River.
The evening was sadly not closed with spectacular sunsets. Mist and cloud rolled in. I watched the ponies nearby and then turned in for the night. Rain lashed the tent and the Scarp 1 delivered solid protection.
The dawn hinted of much when the sun shone through the mist. Between breakfast and packing my pack the weather had settled in with low cloud and drizzle. We decided to follow the Dart back to Post Bridge. Conversation about a hot pie and a long drive home took over. We kept to the high ground above the river as much as possible. When the mist blew clear we spied yet more groups heading up on the moor to get more practice miles in.
The final miles were quick and we arrived back in Postbridge. It was a place of hectic activity where groups of people mingled around minibuses and talked about the coming Ten Tors event. I thought about Dartmoor once more and thought I must come back and do my own Ten Tors. That means putting in some miles next time I am there and not slacking off laying in the sun. Still it was a good walk.