Well that was dark, really dark, and misty, so dark you could hardly, only just see it. Out, out, out along the rifle range spotting the markers to Hart. And down to the hairy stone still waiting. Perhaps 2013 will be the year. Then up, up, up and roundily about to Cramber for a cuppa. Along the soggy track to the bridge near Crazy Well then follow the leat. Over the bumpy rocks and down the waterfall to the aqueduct. Up to Black Tor before wending our way back. So many cars on the road, just why do people go out in such weather? To the PoW with the usual jolly crowd of revellers and Kindle Man. Still misty and murky for the drive home.