The bridle path took us down muddy tracks into the depth of Lamorran woods which are mostly beech, oak, sweet chestnut and birch - all bare at this time of year - emerging on the banks of the upper reaches of the Fal. Work had taken place to clear some of the undergrowth but it was clear that not much sunlight reached the woodland floor even in high summer. A short detour led to Lamorran church, founded around 1261, refurbished in the mid 19th century and unlikely to have been used except for funerals since then for there are only three houses alongside and one of those is the rectory. It is undeniably pretty though, tucked away on a small muddy, tidal creek, and has an unusual, detached belfry. Upstream is a damned pool whose purpose is unclear but is home to two swans.
On from there to Sett Bridge, effectively the head of navigation of the Fal from where we canoed home on one occasion. Here we met Judith and Richard and headed off for a celebratory and yummy lunch in the King's Head (highly recommended). We had barely got past item seven on the agenda before we had to cut short Any Other Business and Date of Next Meeting for there was a threat of dusk in the sky. The world will have to survive a bit longer without our having put it completely to rights. We headed back for the thirty minute hike uphill to walk off our pudding. Such is the charm of the Roseland that GPS signals do not reach that far and so I can only report that we walked for 90 minutes.
Happy birthday to the younger one of us.
