Maize Maze and Tarr Steps

The first of my touristy trips was to a yearly attraction called the Maize Maze with my cousins Helen and Sarah (the latter of whom is visiting from Ireland) and their children. The Maize Maze is, quite obviously, a maze mowed out of a field of maize. Every year has a different theme based on important events or milestones and as this year is the Centenary of Scouting (join SA Rovers: Go Hard or Go Home) the maze was in the shape of the man himself, Sir Baden Powell and the Fleur De Lys.
The aim was to move through the maze and find 9 brass rubbings that spelled out a message; there were also questions that gave directions if you got them right. Twelve years of Scouting helped a fair bit and there was even a question about Australian Scouts :D. (What is the youngest section of Scouts called in Australia).

Yesterday we (Sarah, her children; Martin and Rebecca and I) went up to Exmoor to see Tarr Steps, an ancient bridge made of large slabs of stone. An interesting thing about National Parks in England is that because the country side has been farmed for hundreds of years it has become the 'natural' state of the land and that is what is protected by the park. This means that the parks are full of small farming villages like the ordinary country side, although they have regulations that must be followed and only livestock may reside on the moorland.


Tarr Steps and the country surrounding it is awesome. I took a walk for a couple of hours up the river through some really thick, lush forest.
I took some pretty nice photos and walked pretty far before meeting a uni student and walking back with her and her aunt (or something).

And here is a random photo of me and two of my cool little second cousins in my aunt and uncles spa, just to make you all jealous of the awesome weather we're having. Hannah 13 and Rebecca 8. :D