We went as far as Postbridge, a small hamlet halfway between Princetown, of prison fame, and Moretonhampstead.
I've often heard of Lydford law,
How in the morn they hang and draw,
And sit in judgement after.
Well the stannaries are gone, the castle is a ruin and tin is no longer mined on the moor, but the scars it has left are still highly visible.
Then it was back to collect the kids from school, feed, bath and get them into bed. Where does the time go?
Watch this space...........