A glorious day on the tops.
Keen wind, cold temperatures and a smattering of snow left on the ground after the weekend as we moved north around Sourton, then up past Iceworks and along a frozen, glittering track to Gren Tor. Coffee there whilst Harry launched his drone. Great flight – but no pix. On then across the half-frozen, tussocked sludge to some point beyond Lyn Head and from there a mere – disputed - 538 metres to Branscombe’s Loaf. We reached there some weeks earlier from below amidst a howling gale and sheeting rain. This time, all was sunshine, chill breeze, gin-clear visibility – and downhill. So to Shelstone and then round Sourton again and off to the Bearslake Inn for lunch. Thirteen out today.