The disused quarry at Foggintor was about a mile from where we parked. The granite sleepers on the track have visible holes where the rails were attached & there are still a few ruined buildings - which were sillhouetted against the bright winter sky. Through a gap & into the quarry its self - now a lake surrounded by the cliff like quarry walls. Some very pretty icicles and the lake reflected the blue sky. We scrambled around to rejoin the path closer to Princetown - Husband wasn't impressed with the elegance of my climbing! Bitterly cold wind - I lost feeling in my legs and bum towards the end of the walk.
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