And, it all looked so promising, for quite a few days, the promise was, that Wednesday morning, it would be absolutely tipping it down, and blowing a gale, so exactly, the right weather, to go to Lane End.
But, no, on arrival, it was not raining and merely windy, still, better get out there, so up and round the busy leat, no doubt, turning the turbines, at Mary Tavy, to power all those Christmas lights. Round Wilsworthy to marvel at the technology of a firing range, then the long plodge up to Hare for a warming drink.
Then down, into the Cleave, where the Tavy, was just gently, bubbling along, and then back along the rising leat, to the cars, and on to the Ele's nest.
Which was quite quiet, with a nice warm fire, other people started to turn up, so we left.