With the weather getting noticeably cooler as we moved into autumn, Carolyn and I were keen to get back out on Dartmoor before it got less inviting for walkers, this following our little expedition to Natsworthy & Grimspound back in August - link below.
|JJ's Wargames - Natsworthy & Grimspound|
On that occasion I picked a walk from 'Easy Walks on Dartmoor' by Paul White and published by Bossiney Books, but this time I turned to another of this series of books, 'Short (ish) Walks on Dartmoor, detailing fifteen different walks ranging from 6-8km or 4-5 miles in real distance, with the one we chose, Lustleigh Cleave, walk seven.
As on the previous walk I planned in the route on my phone and iPad using the Footpath app and you can see the route detailed below on the Ordnance Survey 1:25000 walkers map, showing the area of Lustleigh Cleave, next to the village of Lustleigh, just north-west of Bovey Tracey on the eastern edge of the moor close to Hound Tor.
Lustleigh Cleave is described in the book as the most demanding of the walks included with strenuous gradients, above a wooded valley with rocky outcrops and to be prepared for mud!
The contours on the map give a good idea of what to expect and Footpath allows the plan to include the usual waypoints along the route that also coincide with the description in the book allowing me to layout our photos from the day in the sequence we progressed along the route, to better give you an idea of the terrain and the glorious Devon countryside we were progressing through.
On finding our way into the sleepy little village of Lustleigh, we parked the car close to the church and village shop next to a narrow lane that leads to an old orchard that was gifted to the Parish Council in 1966, by Mr & Mrs W. G. Bennett; and the trees, a mixture of cookers and eaters, were absolutely festooned with apples when we walked through with a sign close by inviting villagers to a communal picking the following weekend.
The orchard is the start and end point for the walk that provides access to several foot paths that lead upwards out of the village, through woodland, to crest the ridge that looks out over the valley, or cleave, towards Hounds Tor beyond, with a loop back thorough the lower valley woodland via Foxworthy Bridge at the far end returning via Pethybridge before coming back into the village via the orchard.
The orchard is also home to a fantastic natural monument, a large granite rock, with a throne upon it on which are recorded all the names of the annual May Queens for the village from 1968 to 2019, but with space running out it looks like they'll need to find another rock soon.
The footpaths are well signed but are definitely showing a lot of wear and tear, that makes deciphering them bit of a challenge, so the prepared map of our route provided a good confirmation that we were on the right track.
We were soon into thick woodland following the old original Devon lanes that were the original thoroughfares for this part of the world before the invention of the combustion engine, and the pictures reveal how much more difficult our route would have been after a few days of heavy rain, which was not the situation for our walk.
The gradient became gradually steeper as we neared the top of the ridge, to gradually flatten out with the open woodland giving way to large granite blocks and boulders that are the mark of upland Devon with the two large open moorlands of Dartmoor and Exmoor that form the bulk of the landmass of the county; leftover remnants of Britain's Ice Age when the ice sheet covering the country reached its most southern extent, gouging out the cleaves and valleys and depositing the large boulder formations on the high ground when the ice receded to leave the granite tors, now lined and scarred by the centuries of rain, snow, ice and weathering.
As the trees parted to our front the path turned at the end of the ridge overlooking Lustleigh Cleave below covered in a thick tree canopy with the open moor beyond and the distant rocks of Hound Tor, our first checkpoint at Sharpitor, Nut Crackers or Logan Stone and a perfect place to stop for lunch whilst admiring the view.
I have recently acquired a new camera with improved telephoto capability that I'm still learning to master, and so the opportunity to zoom out to Hound Tor was a good excuse to play with the thing over lunch, and the view above and below gives an idea of its capability, with the rock stacks well picked out in the midday haze.
A bit further along the ridge, the rocks of Sharpitor, jut out over the drop below and I gingerly advanced to the edge to get some wider angle shots of the view up and down the valley, surrounded by heavily moss clad trees and rocks that reminded me of Frodo Baggins in the Hobbit movie, climbing to the top of the tree canopy in Murkwood, to get his bearings towards the Lonely Mountain.
As we turned to follow the path further along the ridge, the treeline finally gave way to more open moorland and our path was lined with sloe bushes, like the apple orchard festooned with fruit, showing what a fantastic summer we have had this year.
Back in the day, Carolyn and I used to take the boys sloe picking in September, with these bitter little fruits forming the basis of my annual sloe gin brewing, with each year's crop of slowly pinking red gin, as the sloes released their distinctive flavour, sweetened with sugar, replacing the bottles of the previous year as each Christmas and following year we spent drinking the production line, adults only of course.
Leaving the sloe bushes, the path gave way to open moorland on the top of the ridge and soon a very slight but noticeable bump in the ground, that on inspection followed a circular pattern, that revealed the well worn remains of the earth embankment and ditch of the Iron Age, Hunters Tor Fort and check point two.
|The remains of the Iron Age fort at Hunters Tor|
A little further on down the path beyond the fort the skies became a little more foreboding and the hoods went on as a light drizzle started up as we approached Hunters Tor, itself jutting out over the valley below and marking where we had to turn slightly and begin our descent to Peck Farm, before bearing left along the lanes leading to Foxworthy Bridge.
The descent past Peck's Farm led over fields before finding the lane to Foxworthy Bridge again with plenty of signs along the route if a little bit hard to read.
The Devon Long House at Foxworthy Bridge, checkpoint three, was another Chocolate Box lid picture sat alongside the Dartmoor brook that flows along the cleave, with crystal clear water often home to the odd brown trout swimming against the stream.
|All the streams and brooks on the moor are crystal clear and freezing cold!|
|Our sign points towards our path back along the cleave to Lustleigh|
The path back through the lower woodland was a delight and very quiet with the obvious signs of autumn and even the birdlife that would normally be quite noticeable and noisy at other times of the year resigned to a quieter energy saving time as winter approaches.
The path of the woods was covered with autumnal leaf litter and the occasional pile of pony dung, which explained the preponderance of black glossy Dor Beetles or Dung Beetles that are very active in woodland between April to October, where they will dig their burrows under dung piles, feasting on the dung, leaf litter and woodland fungi.
|Geotrupes stercorarius or the Dor beetle. We were conscious to watch where we were walking to avoid crunching these hardworking little beetles going about their business cleaning up the woodland floor|
Soon our path brought us to checkpoint four and the lower part of the rocky outcrop above, of Sharpitor and Logan Stone.
Oh and talking of woodland fungi, this time of year is perfect for foragers that know what they're looking at and what to eat and what to stay well clear of.
Eventually the path took a distinct turn left and up as the track gave way to a more defined lane leading to Pethybridge.
Another Chocolate Box scene was checkpoint five at Pethybridge with another fine example of a Devon Longhouse and nearby smaller cottages, and the path giving way to a metaled surface as we got nearer to Lustleigh.
The climb up from Pethybridge was the last significant gradient along the walk and was well worth the effort to get the view that greeted as as we crested the end of the ridge overlooking Lustleigh village, looking absolutely gorgeous below in the late afternoon.
A few village footpaths later we were back in the orchard where our little adventure began some three and half hours previously and both Carolyn and I were looking forward to a drink and a well earned fish supper.