My how it did rain, it tipped it down, it poured, it blew and we would have got totally, absolutely soaked if it hadn't stopped before we started. So from Prewley we trotted up to Sourton and then round to the sad memorial in Tiger Marsh. Useful information abounded, apparently there wasn't even a tiger there. Up to Branscombe's Loaf and a warming drink then down to Shelstone where most didn't see the logan stone. Then round and back to the cars to the quiet Bearslake for a small drop and we didn't have a game of ring and hook or whatever. And as we left to drive home - it rained, as it does.