A more gradual perspective from the A386 —— of Great Links Tor outcrop. Below is Arms Tor. The whale-back of Great Nodden is left. 

Stepping stones over the river Lyd, Brat Tor ahead. . .

A perfectly placed granite seat for me to stop and have a little rest on the way up Arms Tor. It was such a God-given afternoon, I could see all the way to Bodmin Moor; an opportunity to look back at the land of my birth. 

My walking companion, Tom —— taking a picture of Great Links Tor while I took a picture of another horizon.

At Great Links. . . 

Our lengthening shadows on the way to Green Tor. . . 

Under a big sky. Looking back at the Dunnagoat Tors from Green Tor —— above Bleak House ruins.

There are no words here —— only quietude.

The ‘Far Tor’ from the Dunnagoats.

Old bones at Bleak House Ruins. There are always Ravens here but they are very elusive birds and difficult to capture. . .

 An earlier capture from 2014!

Arms Tor at the going down of the Sun. . .

As timeless as a stone circle: Dartmoor ponies on the way to Widgery’s Cross. . .

My shadow.

Widgery’s Cross afire at Sunset.

Back to our favourite gap in Arms Tor for a customary Dairylea tea —— after sunset. Leave no trace.

Darkening sky and a heavy rain shower coming in over Great Links; a Dairylea shoved in a bread roll with cold hands —— never tasted so good!

Back over the stepping stones across the Lyd after nightfall.