Postbridge, Laughter Hole and Bellever

 


After our soaking yesterday, this morning started far more propitiously in weather terms, but not in energy levels. The Round House is a good place to stay apart from the bed, resulting in far fewer hours asleep than ideal.

Our walk started at Postbridge, pretty much smack bang in the middle of Dartmoor. A beautiful medieval clapper bridge spans the East Dart River here.


We were delighted to discover a charging point in the National Trust car park, and we couldn’t quite believe our luck (particularly given previous experiences) to find that we already had the requisite app, the little visitor centre had free Wi-Fi to enable us to connect, and, Brucie Bonus, when you’re charging your car, you don’t have to pay for parking! We were somewhat less thrilled on our return to see that the charging was so slow that even after more than four hours we’d only added 17%. Hey ho.


The walk was a pleasant one over eight miles, through a mixture of open moor, bracken and gorse, quiet lanes, stepping stones and riverside, sheep and ponies. The first half remained dry. After that we were constantly on and off with our coats.


An ice cream at the Postbridge stores rounded off our excursion, and we goggled at the marvellous views out over the moors and west Devon as we descended back towards Tavistock.

We’re now looking forward to Joff’s veggie cottage pie that we brought from home and enjoying the green and peaceful environs. This is our view.

Em x

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