Many thanks June! It's a goodie, still the only one of Dartmoor's bigger open rings I've managed to get to. If/when you do visit, there are a million sites to see, quite astonishing. This one is easy to get to though, not far from a road.
Yeah, for me Dartmoor has become unaffordable for short trips, as the train fare is now huge. This was a spot of opportunism as I had to stay over in Plymouth for work and finished for the day with just enough daylight to get up here.
The sheer volume of stuff up here is astonishing though (witness the hut circle I practically fell over on Wigford Down in the dark).
Hitter hill is next round there, and then a final go at getting deep in Dowel cave or Etches. You've got to have somewhere close-ish that you know well haven't you, with a little perseverance who knows what we could do.
One of my favourite places on the coast walk so far. We stayed so long that the tide had come in too far to see the fossilised trees by the time we got round to Amroth. Very difficult to tear ourselves away though.
Interesting these cromlechs, Children/Nash says of these 'hidden' monuments, "during the Neolithic, only those with special 'ritual' knowledge may have known the precise whereabouts" . Never visited them sadly, but Carn Wen are slightly similar, a little cemetery, though as you can see from the photos they are located next to houses and a play area, and when I was there covered in vegetation, not terribly inspiring as 'flat table' cromlechs.
Indeed. I think our trip was pre-4x4 days really, we never used to see anyone else out on those Mid Welsh trips out (mid/late 80s), apart from the occasional horse rider. My dad's big interest was keeping rights of way open. I can't say I was an enthusiastic passenger, I would have preferred to be in a warm bedroom listening to miserable music. How times have changed!
25 years or so ago, my Dad and I attempted to reach Strata Florida in a motorbike and sidecar (I was essentially providing ballast), using a trackway known as The Monk's Trod. I don't know if it's on a map. Needless to say we failed utterly, the bike sinking into peat bog three times before we jacked it in and turned back. All I can remember is a bleak, wet and remote landscape that didn't exactly welcome our ingress. I think I must be due a revisit, perhaps on foot I will be less likely to be sucked in and spat back out. Since then the route has (I think) been closed to traffic anyway. If nothing else, the experience left me somewhat in awe of Mid Wales.