Sunday, 15 July 2012
We yomped through mud and mire, through tussocks and bogs, to get to the East Dart Waterfall. Larks and swallows swooped overhead; armies of foxgloves nodded as we passed, and the Moor felt more and more remote. When we reached the waterfall there were cries of delight. A sideways curtain of water thundering down a moss-lined chute, ending in a gorgeous oval of coca-cola coloured water, leading through a narrow channel, to a double infinity pool. We scrambled up the falls, clinging onto the slippery rock faces, before slithering down in the rapids.