Dark skies hovered mysteriously as we set off onwards and up to Top Tor . Green views all around touched with soft gold where the clouds had parted. Even glints of light beyond to the Teign and Shaldon. Ripon Tor next and a brisk pace (nothing to do with a black bull !) rewarded by an extra loop to Buckland Beacon. Clouds turned from sulphurous yellow to bronzed pinks. Biblical skies by the Ten Commandments stones . Down through the grassy pine woods and along the cobbled road past Williams Well . Sheep watching us from their high night assembly on Piltor as we left for more gold at the Rugglestone.