Scorhill – Shovel Down – North Teign – Shovel Down
Saturated underfoot, bright sunshine, still. A day for moss, lichens, ferns, streams and puddles, with a few views thrown in. Just about every path had become a stream. Once I’d negotiated the wide patch of marsh which blocked the path, I went across the top of Shovel Down and found myself in a village of hut circles and old walls. Nice spot for a village!
