Well that was nice, nothing quite like a good Dartmoor blow through. Out from Pork Hill as the rain softly started, unerringly out and round to both bull stones. Each being most professionally roddled out.No doubt flooding some poor soul down stream. On to Pew and over to Heckwood for a nice cuppa. Slipping and sliding our way round Vixen Tor where, amazingly, the locks had been smashed on the gates. And onwards and upwards as the hail arrived to Middle Staple and then a wet plodge back to the cars. To the Whitty which was rammed, some people were even sitting at our table - the sauce.