Not a single one to be heard, and, like, they are always there. Someone thought they might have seen one and the lady at the Basket Meals said her neighbour had heard one. But nothing, nothing at all, how odd.
Out we set in the thickest of mist and rain, but once past Princetown, sun, sun, sun. Smartly off to Bonehill Rocks and on to Bell. Then Chinkwell to find Slade's Well, to Honeybags before turning south and to Holwell Lawn. The bluebells were very shy. Round to Greator Rocks for the traditional ascent before the settlement and round Hound to the basket meals for lunch sitting in the sunshine - very nice. Then back over Hound Tor to the cars and home. No pub because we took lunch on the way - very nice.