Time again for Sunday Sevens, the brainchild of the wonderful Nat at Thread and Bobbins for bloggers to share seven photos of their personal week.
This week I’d like to share photos of us beating the bounds of our village on Saturday last weekend. Beating the Bounds dates back to Anglo-Saxon times, when villagers would formally walk the boundaries of the parish. This was done to hand down knowledge of where the boundaries were, to check that no one was encroaching on the villagers’ land and to scare away evil spirits. If you want to know more this link talks about the beating of the bounds on Dartmoor.
- The village boundary is approximately 14 miles longs long…
2. Sadly 14 miles was way too far for Mr Hicks to come with us. So while lovely husband gave Hicks a quick walk, I assembled our picnic and a few other essentials.
3. A group of about forty villagers set off from the village sports field at 9.30am. It took about half an hour to reach the first boundary stone on the moor. Here some of the children were bounced – bottom first – against the stone. Sorry no pics, I haven’t caught up with anyone to gain permission. We then moved on, heading up between Brat tor and Arms tor, bouncing children on more boundary stones as we went.
4. The further we headed into the moor, the harder the terrain became, with thick tussocks slowing our pace.
5. It had rained briefly about 10am, but after this the skies cleared and the sun came out. There was a brisk breeze at times, but this was mostly very welcome, and gave the perfect weather for the rest of the day.
6. We marched on, stopping for more boundary stones and the odd nibble of food and sip of water to keep us going, until we stopped at a boundary stone beside a river for lunch. The first thing my friend Theresa and I did was take out boots and socks off and dip our hot tired feet in the river. The cold water was absolute heaven.
7. After lunch we headed on. The miles felt very slow, but finally we reached the ten mile rest point, where we were greeted by bottles of water and chocolate. Even the dogs were tired out by now.
8. For me, the next couple of miles were the hardest. Although the terrain had improved, we were walking away from the village and my feet were screaming to walk towards it.
With about two miles to go we reached Lydford Gorge. Such a beautiful place, but I was far too focussed on getting back to appreciate it properly.
9. After the gorge we headed up through the village. Lovely Husband had to be firmly steered away from the pub and the call of a pint.
10. Finally we reached the sports field were tea and cake and burgers were waiting for us. I can’t tell you how good that cup of tea tasted.
11. And just to prove I did it, here’s my certificate…
All in all is was an absolutely fabulous day of great walking, beautiful views and wonderful company. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Only problem is, we’ve got to wait another seven years to do it again.