So there’s Steve, indulging in his literary acquisitions up on the moor under an invitingly cerulean sky. It seemed like the ideal opportunity for me to tag along, not to partake in the bookish hunt, mind you, but to take Agatha on a gallivant while he scoured pages. Call it a hunch, but I think I snagged the better end of the bargain.
Making the Minions carpark my base, I ventured onto the moor, opting for a leftward diversion instead of a beeline for the Hurlers. The path less travelled, if you will. And boy, did it pay dividends! I was instantly treated to a smorgasbord of streams, the magnificent silhouette of an engine house, and a flock of rather intriguing sheep. Agatha found them fascinating enough to warrant putting her back on her lead. Given her past flirtations with deer chases, it’s always better to err on the side of caution.
Basking in the chorus of bubbling streams and overhead skylarks, the one thing conspicuously absent was human presence. The masses were all congregating at the stone circle. Eventually, we joined the crowd before heading to collect Steve, our journey momentarily punctuated by a casual parade of cattle blocking the road.
With Steve now in tow, our next stop was Golitha Falls – the final destination for all the little streams from earlier on. It’s a place laden with fond recollections from when the boys were wee lads. Plenty of nostalgia to go around. Lunch at the ever-delightful Inkie’s Smokehouse was the plan, but apparently, they were yet to jumpstart their season. No matter. The agreeable weather made our descent down the falls an absolute delight. Granted, the walk isn’t long, and the falls are more on the petite side, but it’s a worthy pit stop after a day exploring the moors.
If you want to explore this walk and others in the area you need this book
