Two Moors Way

Short Section of The Two Moors Way


The team met at Whiddon Down as usual. Apologies from SB who had an appointment with a paintbrush and MP who was unavoidably detained at the college. We look forward to the day he completes his sentence and is able to join us.

RH brought along Ben and another one called Rosie. He asked CH to look after her for the day and said she was a middle-aged tart with a lovely temperament. Just what he likes. With Cooper and the small dog whose name I always forget completing the canine division for once we had more dogs than people.

A mini tour of Chagford was undertaken followed by some good coffee and tea cakes. Returning to the car park to pick up the dogs we helped a damsel in distress change a wheel. Bob offered help, CTH offered safety advice just before the jack collapsed. JS used his football training to give it a bloody good kicking. Ben acted as guard shouting at anyone who came near while our attention was distracted.

It turned out that we all knew someone related to the lady but best of all she was the landlady of the Dartmoor Inn at Merrivale and invited us in for a free pint. Everyone enjoyed this opportunity to do a good deed and perhaps in future we should dress up in colourful capes with our underpants outside our trousers and actively seek out people to help whether they want us to or not. We wandered away with a warm glow which was partly due to the diversion but partly due to our inability to find a public toilet. Fortunately for us as we left the village and entered the wood we found the relief we sought.

RH and JS stopped on a bridge to play Poo sticks. They were puzzled as to why the sticks kept vanishing Cooper from under the bridge denied it was anything to do with him. The water on his face was coincidental. He after all is a specialist tree climber rather than a stick chaser.
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Our resident ornithologist, RH, told us these were a type of duck called Goosanders. However when we approached they quickly flew of revealing themselves to be chicken.

Refreshments were once again taken at the Sandy Park. Liver and bacon seems to have become the food of choice for the old gits and a splendid effort was produced for us.

As these notes will one day be as famous as the Michelin Guide we feel we should grade hospitality with something more meaningful than stars. Our symbol of choice is the onion.

It has to be said that that the Plume of Feathers at Princetown is the standard all should seek to attain and they have been awarded 5 onions. Sandy Park is very fine for eating and drinking and we awarded them 4 onions. Anything over 3 onions is well worth trying again