I rode over that moor many years ago, one sunday in february 1970 something, well wrapped up in layers of clobber including my well loved tank suit over all,, I had made the mistake of too many tea stops and was really busting for a pee.
I turned off into the only bit of forestry I saw for miles along a deserted road.
unzipped several zips, groped around for the cold shrunken item required, hauled it out and with a sigh of relief watered the tree in front of me at length, only to see a long line of young girl horse riders wending their way toward me......
There is a WD Connection as I was on my way to St Austell to collect a rear wheel for my G3L.
I'm still puzzled as to why I never got it sent in the post.
London -St Austell and back in a day in February is no joke.
....hauled it out and with a sigh of relief watered the tree in front of me at length, only to see a long line of young girl horse riders wending their way toward me......
Ken, didn't you write a full article at the time for 'Fantasy' Magazine or is my memory playing tricks ?
I still have vivid memories of the first time I read The Hound of Baskervilles at age 12, seemed to be a scary place at the time. Looks better now in your picture Ian, but then again at the age of 12 I never thought much along the lines of motorcycling. Although I know there are 12 year olds who do thought never crossed my mind. Sailing was my first transportational love, bikes came later.
Anyway, looks like a swell ride no doubt, almost on par with decorating!
'Grimpen Mire' which was a fictional location in the Baskervilles book was based on the river Swincombe valley, where there is a similar mire that is said to have sucked in people, horses and even vehicles over the years....
That is about 2-3 miles from the location of the photo above...Ian