A delayed [lot of that going around] trip originally intended for the middle of the week before, but hey nm, eh?
I went up to Fur Tor.
It was all sunny and fluffy cloudy, warm Sun balanced by cool N wind - which went around to NW once I'd sat down for lunch, natch - and squishy but not splashy underfoot.
Not bad conditions at all, in other words.
Though far far too many people thought so, too. Suppose it was a sunny BH weekend, but still...
[[Yes, yes, I'm an antisocial git...]]
Hit the pics;
After making the NW Passage,
this sight rolls up before you.
Rewinding a touch,
Just add Mammoths...
Compare this to the pic of the same view I took on my last wander this way...
:)
Gt. Mis, Gt. Staple, Roos, White Tors
Actually visible now.
Speaking of things seen,
Spot the Wheatear!
Still one up there.
Count the Goldfinches!
When heading to Fur Tor from Postbridge, you must climb a hill that has no official name, but does have a rather healthy dose of steepness. I amuse myself to call it Pride. Why? Always a bar-steward to get over, and, as everyone knows, Pride goeth before a [water]fall....
[Oh dear oh dear oh dear....]
See?
The Waterfall, still in Summer mode.
Where you might meet;
"Don't. Just, don't"
Grey Wagtail
Closer to said 'bridge,
Devil's-bit Scabious
[No Marsh Frits - yet - though...]
Let's have some more scenery, again far less white than last time!
Hare, Sharp, Gt. Links Tors
Be Seeing You...
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