Licking the envelope

The Ollis 80 was inspired by the A to Z map book and a list of 80 tors compiled. There are notable exceptions but also some esoteric ‘collectors pieces.

Initially I headed up to Hunters Tor. I had already climbed to Raven’s Tor when bagging Lustleigh woods (365 i19). I was time short and so the muddy concrete track was appreciated to access the bottom of the climb. Hand railing the wall left, the path clambered over stones, before suddenly veering right. The wall at the top is pierced by a gate with sensible metal catches and a chain. The Tor reveals rounded granite, a view out onto the wider moor and an air of achievement.

Chub Tor [12] is a collectors piece. It is mentioned twice on the map but not near the actual Tor; which sits atop a flushing on private land. I used Max Piper’s (and friends) excellent Tor directory Find here and accessed through the tunnel identifying the bound of their ground. Just how close you need to be is up to you. It is visible from the railway.

Afterwards I refreshed my thirst in the Meavy Oak before transiting to Gutter Tor. This roadside climb accessed by a long tentacle of potholed tarmac was spoiled. Brass cartridges lay abandoned, orange plastic betrayed the fag butts, the army had been here and left a real mess. This detracted from Gutter Tor, rounded, explorable but in the shadow of its rival; Sheeps Tor.

The narrow giggle alley that climbs onto Sheeps Tor has barely room for your car. The weather had changed, fiercer, blowing alarmingly. I climbed steadily, fully aware the reward of a view had gone. Above the climbing face the hill continues. I walked to the edge, mist laden but the drop sat there, empty.

Once last unexpected surprise was Burra Tor . I knew about this as it appears on Max Piper’s Top ten list and a visit is recommended. It is roadside, extensive and contains a neat building too. It was perfect at autumn the lush green moss offsetting the autumn colours. Clambering back over the style I realised just one top remained; but it was a deep one.

Thanks to Paul Buck, Tim Jenkinson and Max for inspiration although Chub and Burra may get swapped on the list!

Trinity Dartmoor – reset post lockdown.

Dartmoor is a ninety minute drive from me and following the one hundred days of lockdown I have visited it three times. I find the idea of driving for a daily jaunt ignorant and would rather spread my carbon out, maximising the time there. With increased visitors I’ve avoided the weekend and often travel first thing Tuesdays and Thursdays returning at last light.

Claudia at Max’s diner always looks after me as I transit.

The Dartmoor 365 project was superb and the Facebook numbers have now swelled over 12 thousand. The framework it develops on completion gives a three dimensional patchwork of understanding. In-between each hit is a vista, a place to revisit in different conditions, a new experience awaiting discovery.

New Bridge

I needed a new project, a different challenge, a reason to the integrate old squares with new places. The concept of Ollis80 was born, sitting in the mess tent at Ten Tors; the AtoZ OS map book has 80 tors indicated in the index, I listed them, produced an Excel file and started ticking.

Tom on Yar Tor

Have completed the Dartmoor 365 project and also the Ten Tors 55 I had completed a good deal of the list previously; my legacy tors. After a start on Mel and Bel Tor [Bel is private and so was sighted, rather than surmounted] I hooked up with Tom and we wandered to Yar and Corndon. A good deal of the tors fit nicely into small groups either side of the road, and so are suitable as am and pm jaunts. The pubs had just opened.

The Rugglestone sits plumb centre

Holwell revealed much greater sections of the railway than I had visited before, Wind a very level approach and Bell a brush with television.

West of Haytor
Uneven opinions reported live to the masses

The next challenge is accommodation. Dartmoor is the only national park encouraging wild camping but with post lockdown silliness the vans had arrived. Bins were full to overflowing and the verges scorched or littered. There is a map of permitted locations, away from roads, small light tents carried in and moved on daily.

In the far east.

Bivouac works and my Land Rover even has a short platform but I am also very fortunate to have friends with houses near by. It is a shame that with lockdown restrictions the army expanded their use and even the quiet environment around Watern was disrupted by late night tramping from Sandhurst cadets.

The area around King and Birch Tor was next. Moretonhampstead is becoming my favourite base. Three groups had been completed and I limped home soon to return.

The corbels, a 365 site well worth revisiting.

My next visit included some off piste tors but also a hack across to King’s Tor from Hart and the fabulous coffin. The whole of Foggintor could occupy a day. Suddenly the preoccupation of mask, distance and daily briefings seemed a mile away.

Kings Tor

Glorious sunny tops called, roadside hacks and deeper pulls to gnarly granite outcrops. Hours dripped away, the summer burnt my skin.

Bell Tor

By the third visit the Ollis80 was almost cooked. I had three visits planned to complete the project. climbing from beside the Dartmoor Inn – Doe, Sharp and Hare beckoned.

Hare

The view from .456 down into the Tavy was stupendous and ahead lay Watern Oak, Fur Tor and Cut Hill. I returned via the Willsworthy range, often closed but interesting when open. I dropped to the Lyd, it had swelled and I needed to cross at the road.

Willsworthy

It reminded me that two of the 365 boxes required payment, the following day I visited Canonteign falls with Sue.

Victorian vandalism; redirecting the flow to create a folly.

My final day had two tors left to complete the list but I was keen to finish on a high. Beyond Chagford the road narrows and I explored off road parking spots before heading to Middle tor via Frenchbeer rock. Thornworthy revealed a lovely bivvy spot before finishing on Kestor. Thus is a fabulous high and the rock basins provide a mysterious thousand year old quandary – such as the Devil’s frying pan. The 365 link continued.

Thornworthy onto Fernworthy

My final day before the inevitable gallop of inset was to revisit Bridford, Heltor and Blackinstone, all from the 365 bible. I dipped into Bovey and returned, refreshed.

Dartmoor refreshes, revitalises. The granite scrubs your mind clean. The sharp piqued sunshine cuts cleanly, pairing away tired and exhausted memories. I am renewed and already ready for my next adventure.

Ten Tors begins

November heralds the beginning of the Ten Tors season with some new projects this year. Due to the AS examinations – now largely defunct – the 45 mile route [for 16 and 17 year olds] was parked by my school but we have been given the go ahead to reintroduce it.

Annually, we are already committed to the Remembrance in the Mountains event and so it seemed sensible to link this to Duke of Edinburgh Gold training too. We headed to the Brecons.We climbed quickly from Tal y Bont with Allt Lywd in our sights and the transit along the ridge was straightforward and snowy. Arriving on the plateau early we decided to take in Waun Rydd too; the service seemed particularly appropriate this year.The main navigation training took place after the service and the boys zig zagged down the path back to Pencelli.

Next weekend it was the turn of the 14 and 15 year olds, this time out of Shipley Bridge on the South Moor of Dartmoor. I had worked here alot over the last four years transiting west towards the tramway. Exploring change I headed up onto Dockwell Ridge, but not after some stream crossing practice.

The hack up through Woolholes was bracken laden and the gap in the wall indistinct. The circular settlements were difficult to find but once on top of the ridge it all became straightforward. Next time I will handrail the path to the north.

Peathys Path revealled some grest finds and we settled down to lunch at the source of Small Brook. Returning via Zeal Gully and the Riders Rings it was great to stand on Black Tor before dropping back down to the bus.Change can be good and a smattering of snow and clear weather helps. With the new season well and truly open I look forward to our return at Meldon Reservoir.