Is that it? Perhaps. Who knows? If it was then it was a jolly fine evening to end the winter on. Out from the quarry where the intrepid were setting off to take pictures of lit tents in the dark. A fullish moon guided our way up the Staples and on to Roos. Where it did, does and still does rock. Down, down to cross the Walkham then up, up to Great Mis for a cuppa. Across the enclosed land, over the bridge, round the quarry and back to the cars. A few wobbles; lost dog, closed pub but all resolved as the lost was found and the Trout and Tipple turned on the lights and welcomed us in.