Along the Meavy

We intended to go to the beach today, but the weather was so grim we gave up on that idea, and decided to go for a river valley walk instead.  I picked the Meavy (one of the smaller tributaries of the Plym) largelyat random, and because we hadn't been that way before.   We parked at Clearbrook and set out across a moorland that was looking distinctly singed.  

( Read on for damp January photos and a picture of me as a muppet.  )