Motivated and challenged by the post and stunning pictures of Alex Nail here, and with a rare outlook of a dry weekend, we decided to spend the night at Tavy Cleave and take zillions of pictures. We set off on Saturday and the first thing we’ve noticed is how much GREENER Dartmoor became since our latest visits .
We carried the bags just about 3 km and pitched the tent by the water. It could do without the outer cover for a while
Early morning the sun and fog were battling who would occupy the valley. Fog wins
As the fog cleared up, we went exploring the pools and small waterfalls. The local ring ouzel filled the air with loud alarm calls, maybe trying to get us or the local sheep out of his territory. Then we found the Bustan: in a tiny island, out of reach for the sheep, teaming with green shrubs and flowers, in a sharp contrast to the sheep-mowed short-grassed slopes.
It’s mid-day and we haven’t seen a (human) soul yet. We decide to climb up to the rim above the cleave, to get a better view, and see if we can spot where this picture was taken from.
The tent is just visible in the centre of the picture behind the bend.
Wild swimming in the Cleave. We are not the first
I think we’ll have to visit again when it changes a bit … http://www.garykingphotography.com/tavy-cleave
is it glacial ? is it periglacial ?