A walk around Gunnislake

Billed as a shorter walk than usual, this one turned out to be around 5.7 miles so not that much shorter. But it started just 3 miles from home and that was an advantage.

We started and ended at Gunnislake station. It was quite a simple route - we dropped steeply down to the River Tamar, walked upstream for a mile or so and then climbed our way back ti the station. Take a look at the elevation profile: the second half was quite strenuous. And, despite the rather dire forecast, the weather was not too bad. Which was a shame in a way as I had assumed it was going to be wet and didn't bring my 'proper' camera. But the one on my mobile phone did an acceptable job. 

A glimpse over a fence. An outdoor shower and loo. Some would say "only in Gunnislake".

Down by the river, entering the territory of King Neptune.

A damp spot for our mandatory coffee/tea stop. I read afterwards that the river had breached its bank at around this location and the path was flooded.

A new, to us, footpath along the river. Lots of mud!

And more mud along this stretch as well. In fact, the only mudless parts were those along the lanes.

The greens of the moss (moss, moss, everywhere moss) were a dominant feature of the undergrowth.

Lurking amongst the trees, were the remains of the Clitters Mine. An amazing place extending from the river bank right up the hillside, which was very steep at this point.

Slogging our way up the track to gain some height. It was steep.

More mining remains. These looked more precarious than what is the norm for buildings of this vintage. Jump forward five years and they may be reduced to romantic ruins.

A footpath of slabs alongside a stream. Water, water everywhere and we are still officially in a drought situation. Because, despite all of the rain, some of our reservoirs are still critically low.

Autumn. And some running water.