Sunday, 2 May 2010

Lydford Gorge

Papa bear is a bit behind in blogging. Who would have thought that a nice week long business trip to the US would turn into a three week non-vacation. We did finally hear what happened in Iceland. It was discovered that Iceland declared when their economy finally died, they wished to have their ashes spread over all of Europe. (bad humour is now an added bonus to the blog).









Our first stop on our school half-term adventure is in Dartmoor National Park. Beautiful country. We stayed in an proper pub in the middle of the moors. This is hiker's paradise. It has a nice historical angle in that it was an Anglo-Saxon settlement that was situated to protect the area from vikings. I like the sounds of this because it sounds like the makings of a future Russell Crowe movie. One particular adventure was into the Lydford Gorge. It is only a mile and half long but was absolutely beautiful. One end has a magnificent waterfall.
It is a nice steep hike down to the bottom. It is also known that the gorge was a hideout for a large family of outlaws in the 17th century. When the park ranger saw us coming, they just knew the outlaws returned. The kids had a blast as we stomped through the forest.

The other end has a feature known as the Devil's cauldron. There are several pictures of our hike. There is one point where the trail is about a foot and a half wide with no rail to keep you from falling. I had dreams at night of having to jump in for John. It really was beautiful. We capped off the night at the pub. The bottom picture is the place we stayed. We literally stayed upstairs, in the room on the left (you can see our open window). Quite the cozy set-up. A double bed, a bunk bed and a single bed. Almost like camping. The kids were so wiped that the owners let us send the kids food up so they could stretch out in front of a TV movie. Mom and dad joined the hikers, the locals, and numerous dogs downstairs. The fire was blazing and the crowd was lively. We hung out with the patriarch of the pub family (Irish fellow) that bought it years ago with his brother after the war. Now his son runs the place and he loved to chat as well. In the morning when we came down for breakfast, there were big Chocolate Easter Eggs on our table for the kids, which happened to be Easter morning.




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