Unusual Dartmoor melody: the still of windless silence, the orange gleam of distant city lights and the white shafts of torchlight amid the murmur of friendly voices in the darkness of a moonless winter’s evening. And so to Ringmoor, Ditsworthy, Eastern, Drizzle Combe, Eylesbarrow and up to Gutter. Good stuff, this Dartmoor walking: it’ll probably catch on..... and so back to The Royal Oak,that peerless walkers’ pub of choice.