This post was meant to be part 1 of our Coast to Coast / Two Moors Way trips that we attempted a couple of weeks ago, but things didn't exactly go to plan and we had to end it before it had properly begun.  I still wanted to write about it, however, as it's good to talk about the bad as well as the good, and you can still learn something from it.
We knew that this wasn't going to be one of the easiest walks we'd ever done as we were attempting to cram the sensible eleven days trip into seven and we were having to bring more food than I would have liked as our itinerary meant that we couldn't guaranteed we were going to be near any of the shops when they were actually open.  We had managed to get the rest of our gear quite light, with the main weight coming from the food and water.We started pretty early at the beginning point, Wembury Beach, and completed the Erme-Plym Trail part of the trek in the first day.  The distance was quite a long one, just over 17 miles, but the terrain of fields and country lanes was a pretty good one to start the walk with.  Unfortunately the views were pretty much obscured by the weather for most of the day.  In fact, it rained so much and so hard that I didn't want to take my phone out very often to take photos, and our guide book has taken quite a beating.

Day two was meant to be one of our longest days, just over 20 miles in total, and would see us travelling over Dartmoor, past Holne, and then back into Dartmoor again for another night of wild camping.  However, it turned out that this wasn't meant to be.  I have to admit that we didn't get up and as ready as early as we should have done, but the main issue was that the little niggles my partner had experienced the day before hadn't alleviated over night.  Instead, they got progressively worse as the day went on, mostly in his knees, and it got to the point where we had to call it quits on the walk.

Thankfully we had made it to the Avon Dam Reservoir, which meant we could take a nice slow walk down to the nearby car park where we could call in the cavalry to take us home.  The walk up until that point had been very, very wet and windy again, and shrouded in mist, but still beautiful in it's own right.  There's something about Dartmoor in the fog that is so attractive, maybe it's the added danger of getting completely lost.

