A brisk walk up Sharp Tor via the old farmstead and round houses today. Gorgeous day – cold, frost still lying in the shade, with a blue sky and plenty of winter sunshine. The wind was keen and cold, but the fleece lined trousers saw it off.
Met two ponies, in foal and bulging, hiding behind the rocks to keep out of the wind. Clever girls!
The bovine grumbling we had heard all the way up to Sharp Tor turned out to be a local farmer herding his cows in off the moor and into winter pasture. As several dozen cows headed off Dr Blackall’s Drive I was so pleasaed we didn’t decide to walk down to Mel Tor this morning. I don’t think Rocky’s nerves would stand that many cows at once!