After a trip to Tavistock to get supplies for dinner, we packed our lunch and raincoats and headed off across the Moors along the East Dart River to a waterfall. The rain pelted down heavily for about 15 minutes drenching us all. It was a terrific walk but felt more like 8 miles than 8 kilometres.

The scenery was out of a Lord of the Rings film, vast plains dotted with shrubs, rocks and sheep, with a clear babbling river rushing below. The ground was boggy, plastered with all sorts of animal poo and we has to find our way around the soggy track. With sun and wind our clothes were soon dry, although our feet were not. Hmm missed my hiking shoes today, I think we wrecked 3 pairs of netball shoes.

We had lunch perched behind some rocks trying to escape the wind, although a few km earlier we were stripping off our layers because we were hot. We tracked along like mountain goats, even had a couple of treacherous river crossings. And "yes" we should have listened to Alex in the first place and crossed at the falls rather than traipse upstream unsuccessfully in search of a better crossing.

Back at Postbridge we treated ourselves to some yummy creamy local ice-cream. So much for all the calories burnt! The rest of the arvo was spent relaxing, reading, catching up on diaries etc and I made a veggie stir fry - nice to have home cooked meal. And more cider...... Topped off with biscuits from Harrods.