Ian has his fundraising BBQ and al the ingredients for the Cavaliers.
There are fish to be fed inside and out by Flynn who next wants seawater fish and is saving for those.
He is very thorough and his tank is a credit to him.
It is dry enough for me to see Ewen's very clever flips on the tramp . He first jumped on ours out in New Zealand, when he was tiny so that is cool to see all manner of flips in quick succession.
but after a few housekeeping things for me we head off through the moors to Tavistock. here is what I saw in the moors. Harrietbwould love this .
See above, the wee goal sleeping beside its mum.
These are Devon Black Face sheep - their wool seems more like hair and in most cases they are rubbing it off on gorse and branches.
Aw isn't he a sweetie.
and yes, they are by the unfenced road, but yes there was this mad NZ woman leading a little family wildly across the moor for one more photo. They are wild ponies,many of them, and it is breeding season. undeniably gorgeous.
The children were energetic, and helpful in spotting. And Sarah kindly turned the car around as we pursued good shots.And I have many. we are talking here about a person who when a girl doodled by drawjing and arguably perfecting the perfect horses head. Oh yes, Pat Smyth, in the making. So I find these Dartmoor ponies just lovely.
But then here is where they come for picnics not five minutes from their home
Lewis and Ewen and Flynn playing Pooh sticks. Haven't they grown all you Burke fans.
And here is Sarah at their Summer picnic spot.
And here is one of many tors which are distinguishable and have names. Yes I was told but I dont remember.They are obviously higher up on the ridges, where there is a rugged colder and unpredictable climate. See below a tor .So you can see we have lots to tell as, as yet we have not got to Tavistock.









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