Out we set on a dry, dry night. The stars were shining bright as we left the Dew Pond and up to Sharpitor. The cool east wind reminded us it was still winter as we dove down past Lether to shelter. Round up Raddick to the last of the trees to drink our tea. Then out to Crazy Well Pool as the clouds came in - even the mast disappeared. Onwards to Cramber that appeared from the grey. Down, of course past the hairy stone - will it be this year? Up to Hart and across to Black before heading back through all the fuzz bushes we could find. A little late so a rush to the Burrator but the chairs were on the tables so to the ever reliable Rock for a cooling pint.