Very nice, a jolly good rinsing, proper Dartmoor weather. It did look as though it would brighten up but the mist rolled back in.
Out from Brousentor after a tussle with the cattle. On the old peat trackway and up to Lynch. Round to Standon to the horsey hut for a most comfortable cuppa on the armchairs. Down, down trying the avoid the clitter and past the farm. The Tavy was well roaring and the bracken was well high. And back up to the cars.