It's all a matter of looking. Looking and listening. Seeing what is there and what is not. Hearing what is there and what is not. And an evening walk is just perfect, especially on the longest evening.
Out to Belstone, quite a long way but never ever disappointing. Where the soft mist just touched the moor. Out to the amazing Taw Marsh to admire the radon bubbler. Then gently up onto the ridge and on to Oke. Where we could see the great advantage of belted galloways. A nice cuppa as the sun must have been heading into the north west. Back along the ridge where the stone arch remains still remain. Up to Higher and along, carefully following the track to Belstone. The sheep had made a nice path to guide us to nine maidens or is it twelve boys? Rather surprisingly a red flag was flying but by then we had completed our tour. The Tors beckoned and the summer ale was a fitting tribute to a most atmospheric evening.