Another
glorious evening, clear views, dry underfoot and hot. We went out
through the woods and into the grassy bit which runs between. Up to
Bellever Tor on the dry and dusty track that is usually wet and muddy.
Then looped around and back into the forest, past a group of children
having fun and past the cutest and tiniest foal to the appointed place
to listen for the Night Jars. Did we see and hear them - well you had
to be there to know that!