It was such a lovely day today that we decided to drive the 45 mins to Watersmeet, the wooded Exmoor gorge that is the setting for Lorna Doone. The dappled shade in the gorge with a gentle breeze made for perfect walking conditions.
The air was filled with the sounds of water pouring over waterfalls and crashing through tumbling rocks.
Watersmeet itself where the 2 rivers join, had a number of visitors (Devon term for tourists) about but most of them seemed to be enjoying a cup of tea on the lawns of the tea house and enjoying the views at that point.
We headed north along the path on the right hand side of the above photo and immediately had the place to ourselves hardly seeing another soul on our 3 mile walk.
The paths are well maintained by the National Trust, the one on the other side of the river was much rockier and good exercise for our knees and ankles.
In some places the paths was right down by the river.
And in others we were high up where one false step would send you tumbling down the cliffs into the river.
Hopefully we'll find the time to make a few more visits to the area. The temptation is always to head out to our local beaches or Morthoe only 20 mins away but there are many beautiful spots in this region. On our way home we checked out the garden where I had seen the golden eagle on Saturday and as there was nothing there today I must have been correct in saying that it was a live golden eagle.
Back home, once I'd done some housework and baked some chocolate muffins to take to school tomorrow (everyone is usually quite stressed by the end of the week and we all the miss our last head teacher's home baking), it seemed a shame to waste the sunshine and I had some time doing nothing more but read a book outside.
The air was filled with the sounds of water pouring over waterfalls and crashing through tumbling rocks.
Watersmeet itself where the 2 rivers join, had a number of visitors (Devon term for tourists) about but most of them seemed to be enjoying a cup of tea on the lawns of the tea house and enjoying the views at that point.
We headed north along the path on the right hand side of the above photo and immediately had the place to ourselves hardly seeing another soul on our 3 mile walk.
The paths are well maintained by the National Trust, the one on the other side of the river was much rockier and good exercise for our knees and ankles.
In some places the paths was right down by the river.
And in others we were high up where one false step would send you tumbling down the cliffs into the river.
Hopefully we'll find the time to make a few more visits to the area. The temptation is always to head out to our local beaches or Morthoe only 20 mins away but there are many beautiful spots in this region. On our way home we checked out the garden where I had seen the golden eagle on Saturday and as there was nothing there today I must have been correct in saying that it was a live golden eagle.Back home, once I'd done some housework and baked some chocolate muffins to take to school tomorrow (everyone is usually quite stressed by the end of the week and we all the miss our last head teacher's home baking), it seemed a shame to waste the sunshine and I had some time doing nothing more but read a book outside.
