The longest day for us. From Postbridge and south. The early summer flowers are amazing, the fragrant mock orange a real treat. Around and about to ancient 16th century Pizwell Farm. Along the ancient trackway and across the ford. Down the intriguing long plantation by Cator Common and through the wire. Riddon Ridge called but a tea stop eased the time away. Back through Bellever. Another treat, a barn owl gently looping away from us post to post. And, to the Plume.