Signs of lots of activity, tin mining and D-Day. All the way people had been so busy. Out from Hexworthy on a warm March evening - warm with a gentle east wind. To Deep Swincombe with the moon gleaming. And then tussocky up to Ter Hill and on to Skir Gut for a cuppa. Still no sign of my whistle - how odd. They did move a tremendous amount of stuff. Then on to Hooten Wheals where this beautiful wall remains. It was built with such care, beautifully pointed and then pockmarked as people prepared for war. Down past Horse Ford Cross and through the naughty track . The Forest Inn is closed, not a light. So back to the PoW which was as welcoming as ever - a pool table with red baize.