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Nun's Cross and Down Tor Row

Down Tor row and cairn circle is considered to be a particularly fine example and well worth the easily navigated route. 45 minutes each way should do it easily.

map

A larger map can be seen in our resources web site. Follow a bearing of 238° from the bridge over the leat.

This was to be a special day. It was the first day of the new tour season and the first day for a brand new old git. PR came with impeccable credentials. He was a well known as someone with a grumpy disposition and he liked a pint of real ale. There was a shaky moment at the beginning when he confessed that he didn't like liver and bacon. However we didn't want him to form the impression that we were dyed in the wool miseries so that was quickly overlooked.

In a blink of an eye we were in the Plume at Princetown enjoying a coffee and the we struck off towards Whiteworks. The car was parked where the Eyelesborough Mine track began and we marched off towards Nun's Cross. When we arrived the place seemed like Piccadilly Circus. To our astonishment there was a least 5 people there either sitting or walking. Outrageous. We do expect a bit of peace and quiet when we go walking. The cross had been vandalised years ago but had been tastefully restored by means of an iron bar and some six inch nails. You could hardly see the join.

Nun's Cross

JS sends a text of complaint to HRH about the lack of coffee facilities at Nun's cross

On previous trips CTH had relied on guesswork or a magnetised needle hanging from a thread as a navigation aid. It was a shock to find that things had moved on and now the needles were in little plastic devices. Showing off he had worked out the bearing needed to get to the row. He pointed the troops in the required direction and we all moved off in a totally different direction towards a miners habitation now in a ruinous state. Little did he realise at this early point that his navigation plans were also in a ruinous state.

Dwelling

The building was in what could once have been a pleasant spot which dispels the myth that the old miners had it hard.

Having zigged we now zagged and to our great joy found the portal of the Devonport leat. We excitedly followed the leat for a while neither knowing or caring that we had zigged again. We came across Hutchinson's Cross which is a fine specimen but being modern, totally lacking in character. A grumpy discussion took place for a while about modern monuments on the moor and Ted Hughes etc.

cross

JS began to regret his religious zeal caused him to wear a cross around his neck. SB and PR snigger encouragingly.

We found the little bridge to get us on the correct side of the leat. A pair of binoculars here would have revealed our stone row in the distance. However CTH had not spent all that time at home working out bearings for it to be totally ignored. It was a nice bearing and he had grown fond of it. Using the bearing again and combining it with pure blind guesswork we headed up towards the top of the hill until we we found some boundary stones.

Starting to get hungry we were nevertheless excited by this opportunity to pinpoint our position. As there was a line of boundary stones we couldn't be exactly sure which one we were standing by. Pinpoint may be a bit flattering. More like elbow size rather than pin. Anyway we agreed we should be heading towards a flock of sheep. Convinced we were OK now we marched off. After a while it seemed likely that the sheep were moving so despair set in.

It was a fine autumn day with cloud shadows flitting across the landscape. Just then JS, who has splendid eyesight, looked up and asked "Is that where we should be going?" There, a mile or so away, picked out by a spotlight of sunlight, we could see the line of stones and its terminal cist circle. At this point we thought "Oh bugger" and decided to leave it for another day. We wandered off over the rough hummocky ground back towards Nun's Cross. If only we had known we were about 100 yards away from the easy track from Eylesborough back to the cars it would have saved a lot of hard work and provide some relief for poor Cassie's underparts.

Row

Reviewing the day later CTH noted that we had managed to go about 45° off course. Pretty good for a first attempt. If he had been navigating a ship to New York we would have ended up in Brazil. That's all right. I like coffee and I like nuts.