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Exploring Rough Tor with Millets

*This is a sponsored post in collaboration with Millets.

Before we had T, my husband and I used to do a lot of walking here in North Cornwall.  We had a different dog back then.  For those who’ve been following my blog for some time now, you may have read about Mutley.  The dog who sadly passed away due to bone cancer when I was pregnant with T.  It took a while before we had another dog, and when T turned three, that’s when Doc joined our little family.

Admittedly we don’t do a lot of walking anymore.  That’s what happens I guess when you have children.  Extra curricular activities run even on the weekends.  But lately, my husband and I have been yearning to take up walking and exploring more of the outdoors again, by foot, like we used to.  We talked about buying ourselves proper hiking boots, good ones, not the kind that breaks after a season.  Luckily for us, Millets came to the rescue.

For avid hikers, dog walkers, or any lover of the outdoors, Millets is a must-visit for all your hiking gear.  They have the widest range of durable walking boots, jackets, rucksacks and everything else needed for your outdoor adventure.

1. Peter Storm: Men’s Insulated Pennine II Jacket and BRASHER: Men’s Country Master Walking Boots 2. PETER STORM: Girl’s Ormskirk Walking Boots 3. BRASHER: Women’s Country Trekker Walking Boots.

My husband, little T and I were really impressed when the items (see above) arrived.  Upon opening the boxes, we knew right away that they were all good quality and we’re really excited to get them all tested and since it’s T’s half-term break, we quickly planned an afternoon on Rough Tor.

T’s school broke up for half-term break on a rainy Thursday last week.  When I checked the weather forecast, Friday looked promising.  We waited for my husband to finish some work and also waited for T’s best-friend F who was spending the afternoon with us that day.  For awhile, I was wondering whether we should cancel, since the dark grey clouds seemed to be hovering, promising more rain.  But we decided to go for it after all, thanks to Millets, we were geared for whatever the weather.

The Historian wore the Peter Storm’s Men’s Insulated Jacket together with Brasher’s Men’s Country Walking Boots:

What he liked about the jacket:

It’s well padded and insulated.  Perfect for the rough Cornish weather.

What he didn’t like about it:

The pockets aren’t big enough for an OS map (see above) and it could do with another deeper inner pocket.  But then again, he says that people usually bring a rucksack with them, like we did that day, so it really isn’t much of a negative.

What he liked about the boots:

Everything.  He absolutely loved the boots.  He said it’s the perfect walking boots.  Keeps your feet warm and dry when walking in the rain or hiking through muddy and wet grass.

What he didn’t like about the boots:

Nothing. Zilch. Zero. Nada.

Rough Tor is about a twenty minute (or maybe even less drive from where we live)  It’s a tor (Cornish word for hill) on Bodmin Moor.   It’s a known place for hiking and also popular among the tourists.

It actually drizzled on the way there.  Doc snuggled up to my brand new boots.  I think he likes them too.

We took a photo of our new boots before the walk just to make a comparison after.

Then together with T’s best-friend F, we headed off for our little hike up Rough tor.

We’ve been to this place so many times especially when we have visitors around.  You don’t need to be an expert hiker to climb to the top.  I guess that’s one of the reasons why we like going.

You’ll also find a lot of sheep on the path that’s one of the reasons why we never allow Doc to go off leash.  He’ll frighten the poor sheep if we do!

“Take a photo of my boots mum!”  T said as she stopped in her tracks and of course I obliged.  I don’t think F, her best-friend was amused.

Looking at the sky, I remembered thinking “Oh dear, we better hurry before it starts to rain again.”  I wondered even whether to call it off but our little team was way ahead of me by now.

“Be careful please!”  I called out to the kids as they scrambled up the rocks.  I stopped and looked behind at how much we’ve covered.

The carpark seen between those trees looked so far away.  I quickened my pace by now I’ve lost sight of my husband and the kids were also quickly disappearing before my eyes.

I stopped to catch my breath and caught sight of these beautiful rock-formations all over Rough tor.  It’s such a breathtaking scene.

As if giants decided to play with the rocks and stack them up neatly one after the other.

I also remembered thinking “Thank goodness, I’m wearing proper boots!  I don’t think ordinary trainers would do the trek up the tor”.

Once up, there were more beautiful rock-formations around.  “What took you so long, mum?”  T asked me as I sat down to catch my breath.  “Didn’t you hear me calling for you?”  I asked her.  She shook her head.  It was too windy up there to hear anything I guess.

And there’s Doc and the husband admiring the view.  The clouds still looked ominous to me so in spite protests I told everyone that it’s time to head back down before it started to rain.

On our way back though, we saw another family going up the tor in spite the weather.  I remember thinking how brave they were considering they had smaller kids with them.

T and F as usual went ahead of us.  They were playing around as always by the time we got to them.

And or course, we had to take an “after-the-walk-photo” of our boots.

Verdict:  Men’s and Women’s boots from Brasher and Peter Storm Girl’s walking boots are excellent boots for the outdoors.

Need we say more?

I’d like to go back again though when the weather is better.  My husband read about some bronze age settlements somewhere around the tor, when the weather is better, we will come back and hunt for them.  It’s handy of course that, all this isn’t very far from where we live.

If you want to see more of the beautiful scenery surrounding Rough Tor, watch short video below:

What about you?

What kind of adventures have you done over the half-term break?

Valentine's Day on Rough Tor

We don’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day, except maybe give each other cards and my husband buys me flowers, and of course, he buys a bouquet for little T too.  Last Saturday though, he had a lecture in Plymouth and we had a guest over, a close-friend who lives in Bristol stayed with us over the weekend.


We (little T, Doc and I), decided to take our friend up on a hike on Rough Tor.  According to Wikipedia, the word Tor is Cornish for hill and this particular one is known for its Logan stones (meaning balanced stone), neolithic tor enclosure and a large number of Bronze age hut circles.

It’s a great place for a hike and a picnic.  We once brought another close-friend here for a birthday picnic when he visited a couple of years back.  Of course, it’s also been used in many films, the most recent one was Daphne Du Maurier’s Jamaica Inn where they shot one of the end scenes in the movie.

Anyway, the hike started with a picnic of sandwiches, custard donuts, strawberries and blue berries by the side of a small stream.


And here she is demolishing strawberries.


Then it was time for the hike.  At first, little T was all energy, running ahead, many times I had to call for her to slow down.


And there she is stomping ahead of us, while Doc had to stay on his leash as we passed some sheep and other dogs on their leash.


But as soon as we were pass the sheep, I let him off and he bounded happily up the hill ahead of us, zooming fast but always coming back.


I knew she was going to start whinging half-way up and sure enough she did:


And here she is doing a dramatic-slump on a rock.


Trying to coax her up, we pointed to the man up on one of the rocks, this got her all excited again.


“Are we nearly there mummy?”

“Almost, sweetie”


And then before we knew it, we were really nearly on the top.


By this time though, our friend had to hold her hand since it was getting a bit tricky to climb on her own.


Look at those rocks, it’s almost unbelievable the way nature stocked-them up like that.  You can almost imagine a child-giant playing with the rocks like blocks, stocking them up one after the other.


Then we were up!  Here’s Doc enjoying the view from the top of Rough Tor.


Little T posing in front of a war memorial plaque.


“I’m on top of the world mum!”


And on our way home, she fell asleep of course.

And Doc?

Let’s just say he was quiet too.

What about you?

How did you spend Valentine’s Day?


An Impromptu Walk

We didn’t have anything planned for the weekend, but because we knew that the rains were scheduled to come next week, and as expected, the temperature is also going to drop.  With that in mind, (and because of the glorious sunshine), we decided to go to Rough Tor on Bodmin for a little walk with Doc.


Instead of walking towards the hills though, we headed off to explore a different path and turned right for the woods instead.


It was a lovely sunny day, although it wasn’t really cold, we were sort of bundled up complete with scarves, prepared for a breezy and a bit chilly-day.  It wasn’t really.


We followed the path, expecting it to turn right any minute to one that would lead us back to Rough Tor again, but it went on and on and on.


After walking a while, the wooded path suddenly ended and we headed right and sure enough the “Tor” (which means hills in Cornish), appeared amidst the blue skies.


It’s been awhile since we’ve been up there.  I think the last time was when a friend visited.  Maybe if the weather is good again next week, we might just visit again.


It was a lovely saturday.  Poor Doc though had to be kept on his leash because of the cows and sheep scattered around.  In fact, the whole time the poor animals were suspiciously looking at this one excitable dog, who just wanted to run around the hills like a loony – but couldn’t.


Are you guys having a lovely weekend?

I Want to be a Rambler

No, not the kind that rambles on and on about anything and absolutely nothing.  Now that is annoying.  I want to be a rambler, the kind that walks the countryside at a pleasurable rate.

When we first moved to North Cornwall, my husband and I used to take long, long, walks.  When I say long walks, I mean the kind of walk, that by the end of it, your legs are absolutely refusing to walk another step – that kind.  He used to cajole me into moving another step by saying ‘Imagine that cold, cold beer, just a few more steps’. At this point I’d snap at him and say ‘You forget I’m not bloody English!  You can’t bribe me with beer!’

1. Hiking in Rough Tor in Bodmin Moor 2. Over-looking the Atlantic Ocean in between Boscastle and Tintagel 3. Trevose Light house near Padstow 4. Common wildflowers found in Cornwall. 5. Lovely tree with white blooms 6. Daffodils

Where we live, is absolutely stunning.  We walk by granite cliff-tops, over-looking the vast beautiful ocean.  Walking is a delight here, regardless of whether you walk by the seaside or explore the little narrow lanes and with an unexpected turn, find yourself in a little corner of heaven.  But ever since our daughter was born, we don’t do much walking anymore.  Now we only ramble when we have guests to do the obligatory walks with.

I miss that.  The other day I announced to my husband, ‘We are going to be ramblers’.  He gave me a nonchalant stare and said ‘What about her’, giving a little nod at our little rambler which set me hurling back to reality.  So I said, ‘Err, maybe when she’s old enough?’