What a difference a day (or fourteen or so) makes.
The drift lane out of Postbridge was passable without waders.
The sky was blue and clear apart from vapour trails.
The waterfall sparkled as we had elevenses, quite correctly, at 11.00am.
In the sunshine, at the Beehive Hut, I'm sure I could hear buzzing.
Now that's what I call proper Dartmoor weather. Long may it last!