I have hardly visited Dartmoor lately! A few hours
with my father and sister, and
one round around Burrator after my knee didn't want to run around it twice (I don't count the
running on asphalt with Neil: asphalt isn't real Dartmoor), and before that it had been the visit to
Jitske and her hikers. In summer! So it was about time. And on a rainy Sunday morning I ventured in that direction. That I had my camera ready goes without saying...
Decorative droplets
The Plym, to which Plymouth owes its name
Where a tributary reaches the Plym
Impressive stone row
Remnants of Eylesbarrow tin mine, which was in production in the early 19th century
Even the sun honoured me with her unobstructed presence for a few minutes!
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