A goodly crowd stepped out precisely on time from Hound Tor car park on a crystal clear evening. Glimpses of them had been caught on the way and we were hopeful of a good show. Out across the point-to point course and down. They were there slightly hidden in the old bracken and briar but still all there. Up and over to Saddle Tor where our chief demonstrated his canine proclivities. To Smallacombe to watch and hear the busy cuckoos. Down and up the route of extreme cyclists. On and back to the Rugglestone. Of course he was there in his sweater and may even have had a small drink.