It was even older by the time our dinners came, but The Royal Oak is a handsome pub and the cider, from Sandford Orchards, was good so it wasn't too much of a hardship to wait.
One of the things there was to look at was a free paper called Active Dartmoor, which is full of pictures and articles about people cycling, kayaking, abseiling, running across the moor, etc.
It made me long for the equivalent - Pensive Dartmoor - which would be full of poetry, art, folklore, walks, recipes for cider bread pudding, etc. Sadly, it doesn't appear to exist.
Once fed and cidered, we waddled out over Yennadon Down beneath circling buzzards. It was hot and we were sweaty but the views were worth the exertion. Here's Cox Tor, Great Staple Tor and Great Mis Tor.
And here's St Michael de Rupe atop Brent Tor in the far west of the moor.
And look, we were quite Active (for Pensive people).
It started to rain while we were in Peekhill Plantation so we sheltered under an accommodating sycamore.
It was very green apart from where it was orange. Autumn Is Coming!
Now I hate reservoirs on the moor, with their nasty conifers, rampant rhododendrons - 'ugly as a brass-band in India' as Ted Hughes puts it - and tarmacadamed walks, but even I have to admit that this configuration of clouds and water was serene and quite beautiful.
I've always wanted a garden with a wall with a door in it. Somehow I don't think I'll ever get one, but it's good to pass other people's and wonder what lies behind.
Our walk over, we headed back across the moor, stopping off at Dunnabridge to take a photo of an old sign that isn't there anymore.