Our first port of call was The Granite Way . This wide, traffic free cycle path runs for about 18 miles through Dartmoor, and combines damp wooded sections moistened by the sort of cliche babbling brooks I remember from childhood days in the Brecon Beacons; and also open sections above which a good number of swallows were dancing in aerial pursuit of insects.
There were plenty of butterflies too; butterflies and swallows abundant, so different from back home where summer has seemingly given up and gone to bed, pulling its equinox duvet up towards its head.
And then there is the viaduct, where the path crosses a deeply lush and green chasm below, and the Tors dominate the high skyline above. In the distance, water tumbles down the face of a dam...
|Holly blues still having a good year|
|Feeding away quite peacefully|
|The peaceful greenery of The Granite Way|
|Very tatty red admiral seems to be trying to turn itself into a swallowtail|
|I'd be shy, if I were that tatty|
|Surprised looking butterfly|
|And another, sunning itself on a fence|
|The viaduct. The railway carriages contain a cafe|
|The far Tor|
|Looks fairly normal here|
|But there falls the water|
|On one side tranquillity|
|And on the other, the drop|
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