That gentle Dartmoor weather, soft mizzle, like a warm blanket. Out from Dunnabridge with the light fading. And along the track past Brimpts mine to the woods. To be pixie led as we explored strange twists and turns, platforms, and ruts. Slowly wending to pop out by Bellever where the trig point proved quite elusive. For a cuppa and back along the wall. To the always welcoming Two Bridges for an excellent pint.