For an OS map of today's walk (11.4 mi; 18.4 km; 1,908 ft total ascent) click here.
We enjoyed breakfast at Huxtable Farm—Sara had Scotch pancakes and Ken had an omelette and sausage, all delicious. We also enjoyed meeting the other guests at breakfast—Geoffrey and Sue who were on holiday and taking in an art show locally, and Doerte and Jutta who were walking the Tarka Trail.
We enjoyed breakfast at Huxtable Farm—Sara had Scotch pancakes and Ken had an omelette and sausage, all delicious. We also enjoyed meeting the other guests at breakfast—Geoffrey and Sue who were on holiday and taking in an art show locally, and Doerte and Jutta who were walking the Tarka Trail.
We stopped briefly in the church at East
Buckland—constructed in the mid-Victorian era along with a local school.
East Buckland Church |
Today on BBC Breakfast, there was a news
story on its being exactly 200 years since Queen Victoria was born. So Sara
took a photo of this post-box from Victoria’s era (see the V R for “Victoria
Regina” at the top?). She loves finding post-boxes with VR or GR on
them—usually they are like this one, built into a wall so that they are not
easily changed when there is a new monarch.
V R post box |
We enjoyed retracing the route we shared
with friends in 2013. This time, however, we did not get lost in the forest
pathway. It was well waymarked, which we hadn’t remembered, and it was the lower
path we took rather than the upper path we took the previous time. We sat on
the upper path on plastic bags to eat our delicious (and ample!) packed lunch
from Huxtable farm. A man walking his dog came on the path behind us and asked
if we were having a sit-in protest, but we weren’t.
Because Ken woke with a scratchy and sore
throat, we made the decision to shorten the walk slightly and walk the roads
the rest of the way. It seemed like a long, long climb uphill, with a 20% grade
at first. It was a warm, sunny day, and we drank almost all of the water we
brought, so we were glad that the Poltimore Arms was open.
The Poltimore Arms |
We had heard that
the owner was a character, and he was indeed friendly and unique. We each had a
pint of lemonade and used the bathrooms, which involved borrowing an electric torch/flashlight to go
down the hall and find them (and use them), because he does not have
electricity, just a generator which is turned on when necessary. There were
several people inside, and it was a jovial atmosphere. We then set out on the
road again to go uphill again. At one point, we had to pull to the side while a
tractor herded sheep from one pasture to another.
We did get some good views
near the top, as the land changed from lush green to dry golden moorland.
The final stretch of the walk was downhill,
to a bridge that crossed into Simonsbath (pronounced “Simmonsbath”). We were
greeted by a set of flags by the road, including Canadian and American flags,
and then turned right to walk to the Exmoor Forest Inn, where we are staying.
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