Beetles, leeches, tadpoles, newts, orchids, children, artists, climbers, burgers. There surely was a lot to see and do on our walk round Hound Tor. The van was not there when we left on quite a cool morning. But we were full of hope. Out round Hound to the mediaeval village and past Greator to go down the lane and over the bridge. Up and past the huge Black Hill cairns then on to the quarry. Which was busy, busy, busy. Up and on to Haytor before windling down to seek the ford and up through Holwell Lawn. The bluebells were resting in the bracken. Back over and the van was waiting for a very welcome cuppa and lunch.