Two grumpy old men in the Mendips…

It’s great to be able to drive to a place of exercise again…

A walk full of wild flowers…

A walk full of wild flowers…

Squalls…

A completely different Dartmoor experience…

Emptiness and mire…

A damp walk around the Plym valley…

An overnight trip into the middle of North Dartmoor…

It was a day of ups and downs, with the lowest point right at the end…

We set out hoping for peace and solitude and we found it in the empty upper reaches of the Avon…

Woodland, coast path, field-walking, beaches and a lovely, if brief, ferry ride…

A day of big skies…

Ahead of me the ground is vivid yellow and green; sphagnum moss, oozing water and interspersed with other dry tufts like the one I’m standing on…

Only about 5 miles long – certainly less than two hours – but a walk I won’t get tired of repeating…