A goodly gathering on the first dark evening of the year. All the mist of previous days had disappeared. Even the crescent moon popped out. From Lane End and up to the very full leat. Along and out round White Hill to Doe Tor. Traditionally to Foxholes for a cuppa and up to Sharp. Along the scarp to Hare then down to Ger and the cars. On to a quiet Mary Tavy.