After a perfect sunlit morning a perfect moonlit evening.
Just as well we were at Whiteworks where a smooth mist glistened over the mire. Across that wonderful mire to Goldsmith's, contouring round to find that most perfect cist. And, on to Childe's Tomb with such a bright moon overhead. Not a breath of wind so the cuppa saved for Fox Tor. Along the ridge to Little Fox Tor where the logan stone did and still does. The ancient track to find Whealham Bottom incised cross before heading up Hand Hill. And there, sadness, the cross has gone. Now two of the smallest crosses have disappeared. So, to Nun's Cross and Siward's before finding the leat, the diggers and the cars. To the Plume which was almost riotous.
What a nice end to the day.