A Camp above Belstone

I sit in the car awaiting developments: Jim is on the last stretch from Exeter, Paul is due a little later. The rest of my flask of tea is sipped while the car doors are pressed into service as a makeshift clothes horse – a mishap with my Camelbak having dumped 3 litres of water in the bottom of my rucksack overnight.

IMG_20160527_182554

Jim arrives and we head for the pub to await the final member of the party.

IMG_20160527_202045

An orange tinted sky is starting to darken as we head up the lane and onto the moor. It’s the work of less than half an hour to our planned overnight spot on Cleave Tor.

IMG_20160527_203728

Tents are pitched and I head down into the Cleave for water. Wisecracks are made about it being a one way trip.

IMG_20160527_205230

The descent is steep but not deadly. Twenty seconds suffice to fill my dirty platy and begin the reascent to camp.

IMG_20160527_210442

Back up top, Paul and Jim are already well-advanced into their dinners, and the wine that Jim brought. I’m playing catchup. Out comes the Laphroig and cookies – they go together surprisingly well. The sun finally gives up the struggle and disappears below the horizon. We chat and banter, the whisky and cookies are exhausted, we look at the night sky. To the west Jupiter, to the south Mars, a host of stars twinkling in between. It’s not an early night to bed.

IMG_20160528_064253

The sun is risen and starting to burn off the overnight dew formed on the tents. My rag is sopping with the condensation I’ve wiped off the inside of the tent. Paul stands on the tor taking in the view over Belstone Cleave. Jim and I join him as mist creeps slowly along the Cleave. With the sun behind us, I suddenly notice a glow on the mist – the image of a figure surrounded by a halo of rainbow colours. Yes it’s a Brocken Spectre, and moreover it’s my first one.

It doesn’t come out well in the photos though.

IMG_20160528_070247

IMG_20160528_070411

The mist clears and we pack up so we can be off the moor for a fry-up and then a day’s walk elsewhere.

It’s been a great, albeit brief camp. Tents are hung to dry in Paul’s garden and we head out for the rest of the day’s adventures…

IMG_20160528_081412

4 thoughts on “A Camp above Belstone

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s