WW 6th June 2012

No fuss, no fanfare, no attention seeking, no bother to anyone, just quietly getting on with it, as usual, in the finest traditions, nineteen years of duty, finding new places to explore, dodging the showers, past the signs of terrible destruction visited on Bellever, finding four sodastream bottles and a cushion, who do these people think they are, enjoying themselves, then to Arch Tor with a wonderful logan stone, up Hollowcombe Bottom with rushing waterfalls and on to Row Tor where the poignant memorial is no more, back down to the cars, on to the PoW, no signs of the new cats yet, a detailed discussion of the relative merits of old people who can no longer sing ensued and home in the tipping rain.