A warm humid evening as five set off from Horseyeatt up the grassy lane and through the gates on to the moor.
A long slow stroll to Leeden Tor with the long low light revealing shapes and shadows of quarry mounds and drainage ditches not noticed before.
Many worked boulders with their feather and tare patterns strewn over Leeden Tor's slopes caught the light too.
Swarms of hungry midges made our tea stop a hasty affair and we marched swiftly away along the rail track under the playful gaze of foals and calves.
Beer, crisps and even a tot of whisky was waiting for us in the Burrator Inn.