On the edges of the moor

Today we walked up to Widecombe-in-the Moor - the Widecombe of Uncle Tom Cobley and all fame. Almost taking our lives into our hands if some of the locals of Buckland are to believed. I am not sure quite where the distrust, unease or emnity between the two villages has come from in some minds but it is thereSome medieval sheep rustling? Some Bronze Age sacrilege? A squabble over the siting of a mobile phone mast? It would be fascinating to know its derivation!
We passed the experience unscathed - perhaps of antennae are not tuned to such things. We even managed a reasonable lunch although as ever as a consequence the return journey seemed longer than the outward one.
All around the valley on the moors were large bare outcrops of granite dwarfing the Widecombe church. Not easy to do to the Cathedral of the Moor with its 120 feet tower - very much the envy of the Buckland bell ringers last Wednesday. Perhaps that was the start of the enmity?
We got back as the sun was sinking and the photo above is from the conservatory -the flat evening light brought out the contours that a brighter light can hide.