Well, what can you say. I was torn between the delights of betting on the ferret racing and first in class for three white potatoes. The ferret racing won, always a sucker for a bet.
So, out from Grimspound in the cool gloom. Soon to brighten up as we set off over Hameldown to 'The Boys' memorial. Past Natsworthy and steeply up to Chinkwell Tor for a cuppa looking over Widecombe Fair. Down, down past Bell Tor and Bonehill to the hustle and bustle of the fair.
What a delight, so much going on; wonderful Dartmoor ponies, old vehicles, Uncle Tom Cobley and all. The sun shone and there were lots and lots of people enjoying a traditional day out.
Back up and over, past the Blue Stone, the tiny cross, all the barrows to Grimspound.