It was cool, overcast and windy on the day we went up the Tor. Our climb was broken by periodic rain showers, which we could actually see coming across the plain toward us, so we were never caught by surprise. Because my Rare One and I are not the athletes we once were (or, in my case, never was), we climbed slowly and rested frequently as we made our way to the top. It was extremely windy at the summit and we sheltered in the Tower against the wind and the lashing rain. But what a magnificent view of the surrounding Somerset area! It was like being on top of the world!
It was such a powerful experience to stand where so many untold generations had stood before and, like them, be impressed with the view and the sanctity of the summit. Climbing the Tor felt like a real achievement in my spiritual journey! Going down the other side of the Tor, we were sheltered from the wind, the rain stopped and it was a pleasant descent.
Farmland is at a premium in England. The Tor is a working agricultural field. It often has cows roaming about, mooing, eating grass and leaving souvenir cow pies for the tourists. However, the cows were nowhere to be seen on the Tor that particular day, being smart enough to stay out of the inclement weather.