Well, who was the most surprised? Just bimbling down the track to Plym Ford on a cool, beautiful May evening. Minding your own business and just what can that be. Bold as brass. Just sitting there. Sitting there seemingly without a care in the world. Then turning and staring. What else can you do.
So out from Peat Cot and down to Nun's Cross. Remarkably cool, some in their winter wear. A few puddles on the track. Winding out to Whealham Bottom before chasing the narrow track to Hand Hill, always lovely there. To Plym Ford and a surprise. On along the slightly repaired track to Eyelsbarrow. Then down in the gently easing day with seemingly ridges of mountains running away. To Seward's Cross and back. With the car warning of ice on the road to the PoW.
These long, lazy, spring evenings are quite something, but ...