Even though it was well 1015
And no one had been there all night
So we sat by the ebbing wood burner
And talked of what had been
How we had strolled out and up the Colly Brook to see the waterfalls
Plodged along and through the fields to Lower Godsworthy
Out onto the open moor
Where the weather turned so bad someone had to put their trousers on
To lonely Stephen's Grave
Then the track, right out to the magnificent Longstone
Before turning into the gentle rain and up to White
To find shelter for a cuppa
Down, down, to the froggy track
Before beetling past Boulter's
To the Peter Tavy - Nice