Five like-minded people started in 2008 from the Cardingmill Valley in Shropshire and by walking three days a year finished at Start Bay on the South Devon Coast in May 2019.
South Across Exmoor from Withypool and on Towards Dartmoor
Return to Withypool
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| Somerset |
This year's instalment started with a disappointment. Alison, who has been ever-present on this and previous walks that have taken us
among other places, from Hadrian's Wall (see Intro)
to Exmoor was missing. A domestic crisis cropped up two days
before the start of the walk and she understandably felt this was not a time to be away.
She was missed and I hope her absence is only temporary.
The surviving four walkers, and Lynne, who provides the essential logistical support gathered on Monday at the Royal Oak in Withypool where last year's walk finished. Proceedings kicked off with a good dinner.
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| Dinner in the Royal Oak, Withypool |
In the morning we gathered for a photo outside the Royal Oak, standing in the middle of Withypool's main street – not as dangerous as it sounds.
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| Francis, Brian, Mike and Me Outside the Royal Oak, Withypool - or is it a poster for a bad cop film |
Withypool to Dane's Brook
We walked through the village, down past the tea rooms whose cream tea featured at the end of last year’s walk, over the Barle Bridge and up the hill beyond.
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| Bridge over the River Barle, Withypool |
Why Mike chose to run up this road is a mystery, but he kept a up steady pace far longer than I would have thought reasonable - or possible – even if he did flag a little before the top.
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| Leaving Withypool |
A hundred metres beyond the houses we turned onto a track across the moorland. It was a lovely surface to walk on, dry and springy after recent good weather.
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| Onto the open moor, Exmoor |
The gradient was gentle and the path soon bought us tangentially to the ‘main’ road from Withypool where we swung away south. We swung
a little early, following a narrow track, probably made by ponies (or Land Rovers), and missing
the wider path hiding in the grass just a few metres away.
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| This might be the moment Mike spotted the wider path |
We seemed to correct ourselves one by one, but we were all on the wider path by the time we reached Tudball's Splats. This splendidly named location is apparently known locally as 'Four Fields' which may be prosaic, but accurately describes the almost rectangular fields marked out on the moorland long ago. ‘Tudball’ is believed to be a Somerset mangling of ‘Theobald’, but who Theobald was nobody knows. The English Dialect Dictionary (pub. 1898-1905) defines 'Splat(t)' or 'Splot(t)' as a plot or little piece of ground. The word was recorded in Devon in 963 and according to the EDD remained in use in Cornwall, Devon and Somerset- we passed a Splatts barn in 2012 (Day 14, North Nibley to Old Sodbury) in Gloucestershire (though only 5 or 6 km outside Somerset).
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| Tudball's Splats behind the grown out hedge, Exmoor |
Crossing the moor Francis and Brian observed and confidently identified stonechat, chiffchaff, willow warbler, meadow pipit, marsh tit and
kestrel. We all spotted the first swallow of spring and the circling buzzards
and heard and saw a plethora of skylarks.
Less than 10 minutes from Tudball’s Splats is the Porchester Post. As we discovered last year this part of Somerset is full of useful posts telling you exactly where you are in the middle of nowhere. Lord Porchester is the title of the Earl of Carnarvon's eldest son before he inherits the earldom and this particular post was originally erected in 1796 by the Carnarvon family of Highclere Castle (better known as Downton Abbey) to mark the boundary between Withypool and the parish of Hawkridge which they had recently acquired from the Aclands - whom we encountered last year. The piece of wood in the photo is not particularly old – the post has been replaced many times.
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| The Porchester Post, Exmoor |
Over Dane's Brook and into Devon
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| Devon |
A little further along, Upper Willingford Bridge over the tiny Dane's Brook is of little significance as a bridge, but it marks the point where we left Somerset, through which we have been walking since 2013, and entered Devon the fifth and last county in this walk (though the precise end point remains a matter for conjecture).
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| Dane's Brook flowing under the Upper Willingford Bridge, Exmoor |
Encroaching farmland has left only a thin neck of moorland here but beyond the bridge it opens into the larger areas of Molland and Anstey Commons. We crossed a small corner of this moorland to White Post, which is, believe or not, a white post – and also a perfectly ordinary road sign where two minor roads reach the moor.
We paused here for coffee and to consider our next move. The route Francis had chosen while sitting in the comfort of home involved setting out across Molland Common just to the right of the high point then swinging right to find a ford back across Dane's Brook.
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| Coffee at White Post, Exmoor |
It looked fine sitting at a desk in Stafford, but less good perched on a bench on Exmoor. Although a path theoretically existed there was no sign
of it on the ground, the high point was a barely discernible bump and the map
was covered with those little green tussocks that indicate marshland.
Carver Doone, the villain of Lorna Doone, drowned in a bog on Exmoor and although we would have been unlikely to suffer the same fate,
crossing an area called 'Soaky Moor' seemed unappealing. We would be better off,
we decided, walking a kilometre along the road following the edge of the moor
and then, hopefully, locating a path leading down the edge of Triss Combe.
Down Triss Combe and off the Moor to Molland
The path along the top of the combe was easy to find, though a little churned up and muddied by the resident ponies.
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| The path beside Triss Combe which drops away to the left |
Exmoor ponies have lived semi-feral on the moor for a very long time. The local belief that they have been pure bred since the ice age is unverified, bur fossil records dating from 50,000 years ago show that local horses have changed little. They almost became extinct after the Second World War and are still threatened with only 500 in Britain, mainly on Exmoor, and another 300 elsewhere.
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| Exmoor Ponies |
Our descent of the combe eventually picked up a farm track at which point we crossed the southern boundary of the Exmoor National Park. Following the track, we regained the planned route just west of Smallacombe Farm. From here field paths took us down to a small, unnamed stream and up the other side.....
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| Down to a nameless stream nearing Molland |
....from where we descended across the fields to Molland.
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| Over the fields to Molland |
Molland and the London Inn
Molland has a population of 200, half what it was in 1900. It has a large 15th century church and, remarkably for a small and remote village, a fully functioning pub. The 16th century London Inn proved welcoming and provided us with a very decent glass or two of lunch. The morning had started cool and April sunshine takes a while to build up much warmth but as the morning had progressed outer clothing had been shed and it was now balmy enough to sit outside the pub. The sign suggested it had once been a coaching inn while the name hinted that passengers were en route for London. I am no expert in old coaching routes but I suspect any coach bound for London that found itself in Molland was seriously lost. I would, though, congratulate all those concerned with keeping the pub open when so many have closed and I hope their promised new website will give some historical information. [Update June 2022: The promised website came and went, but the pub remains open when so many have closed. For that three hearty cheers.]
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| Day 25 of the South West Odyssey |
Molland to Knowstone
Our approach to Molland, descent to a stream followed by a sharp incline established a pattern that would become familiar over the next two days.
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| Down through Bond Wood |
Climbing the low hill south of the village allowed us to descend steadily through Bond Wood to re-cross the nameless stream we had encountered earlier. The stiff climb up the other side eventually provided a good view back to Molland.
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| Looking back to Molland |
Soon after, we joined a minor road, the start of some 4km of road walking broken only by a brief shortcut contouring through Middle Lee and
East Lee farms. Most of this flat stretch involved walking east with the sun on
our right shoulders. Roads might be hard on the feet, but the weather could not
have been better.
For the final kilometre we turned south, joining the Two Moors Way, a 166km long footpath crossing Dartmoor, Exmoor and the land between.
It is usually described as stretching ‘from Ivybridge in South Devon to
Lynmouth on the north coast’ inferring most walkers travel south to north. We
were going the other way, which several locals told us was odd, if not downright
perverse – so why did we encountered so few walkers coming the other way?
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| Francis checks the map |
We crossed the River Yeo, one of eleven rivers of that name in Devon and Somerset, and not the most important of them.
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| Near Yeo Mill |
From the bridge we climbed gently upwards to the end of the road. The next two kilometres crossed Easter New Moor and Owlaborough Moor, which despite their names, are level(ish) farmland rather than moorland, ending with a wooded descent to the hamlet of Owlaborough.
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| Wooded descent into Owlaborough |
I regret not having a picture of Owlaborough’s unusual small circular barn. According to a local, very possibly the owner, until a little
over a hundred years ago a horse plodding round in circles in this barn
providing the motive power for the threshing
machine next door.
Back on a minor road we descended to a bridge over a stream called The Crooked Oak, then climbed up to the village of Knowstone, the nearest settlement to West Bowden Farm, our B &B for the night. We had been advised that if we wanted to eat in the Mason's Arms we would need to book, which Francis had duly done. This morning the landlord of the Royal Oak in Withypool had casual mentioned that the Mason’s Arms was a Michelin starred restaurant.
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| The Mason's Arms (thatched building set back from the road), Knowstone |
We paused to read the menu, which read very nicely as you would expect. It also involved big numbers. I am not averse to a little fine
dining - Lynne and I enjoy an annual wedding anniversary excursion into that
world, as this blog will witness (click on the Fine Dining label on the right).
This, though, was a walk, and walks demand simple, hearty fare at simple, hearty prices.
To West Bowden Farm and Dinner at The Stag in Rackenford
We followed the Two Moors Way through Knowstone and down the minor road towards the A361, turning off after a kilometre onto the farm track leading to West Bowden. We crossed a field of spring lambs...
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| Spring lambs, West Bowden Farm |
...then after 200m the path dropped sharply to the farmhouse.
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| Down to the farmhouse, West Bowden Farm |
We pass through many farmyards in these walks. Their extraordinarily variable state tells you something about the quality of the farmer
and West Bowden was as clean and tidy a farmyard as I have seen. Geese
patrolled conscientiously while unstressed cattle lounged in clean straw in
their pen and ducks swam quackily on the pond.
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| Brian inspects the ducks, West Bowden Farm |
Installed in the B&B Mike found his smart phone had a signal – a rare luxury in rural Devon - so after phoning the Stag Inn in the larger
but slightly more distant village of Rackenford to check they had room for us, he
called the Mason's Arms to cancel our booking, a task he accomplished with impressive
tact.
The Stag Inn is very much a village local. It claims to be the oldest pub in Devon, and its menu provided the required hearty fare. The pub was rescued last year by landlady Anita Singh and chef Mike Horne. On the evidence of one evening they appear to be doing an excellent job. [Update April 2018. Sadly, The Stag closed in September 2016, but was sold and reopened in 2017 and is now a 'gastropub']
Introduction
Day 1 to 3 (2008) Cardingmill Valley to Great Whitley
Day 4 to 6 (2009) Great Whitely to Upton-on-Severn via the Malvern Ridge
Day 7 to 9 (2010) Upton-on-Severn to Andoversford
Day 10 (2011) Andoversford to Perrott's Brook
Day 11 (2011) Perrott's Brook to the Round Elm Crossroads
Day 12 (2011) Walking Round Stroud
Day 13 (2012) Stroud to North Nibley
Day 14 (2012) North Nibley to Old Sodbury
Day 15 (2012) Old Sodbury to Swineford
Day 16 (2013) Along the Chew Valley
Day 17 (2013) Over the Mendips to Wells
Day 18 (2013) Wells to Glastonbury 'The Mountain Route'
Day 19 (2014) Glastonbury to Langport
Day 20 (2014) Along the Parrett and over the Tone
Day 21 (2014) Into the Quantocks
Day 22 (2015) From the Quantocks to the Sea
Day 23 (2015) Watchet, Dunster and Dunkery Hill
Day 24 (2015) Dunkery Beacon to Withypool
Day 25 (2016) Entering Devon and Leaving Exmoor
Day 26 (2016) Knowstone to Black Dog on the Two Moors Way
Day 27 (2016) Morchard Bishop to Copplestone
Day 28 (2017) Down St Mary to Drewsteignton
Day 29 (2017) Drewsteignton to Bennett's Cross
Day 30 (2017) Bennett's Cross to Lustleigh
Day 31 (2018) Southwest Across the Moor from Lustleigh
Day 32 (2018) South to Ugborough
Day 33 (2018) Ugborough to Ringmore
Day 34 (2019) Around the Avon Estuary to Hope Cove
Day 35 (2019): Hope Cove to Prawle Point
Day 36 (2019) Prawle Point to Start Bay: The End
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The Last Post
That's All Folks - The Odyssey is done.
