And the guarantee continues, still no pay-out on the policy. Although some did appear to doubteth - have patience, feel the moment, all comes to those who wait.
Somewhat gloopy at Blackaton Cross as we set out to admire the china clay workings. Steadily up as the heat built to ascend Great Trowlesworthy. Shell Top could just be seen in the far, far distance. So onward in the heat, no moisture coming down but plenty coming out. Up to the logan stone (which still does) for a cuppa. On to Penn Beacon as Plymouth rocked to the sound of mortars. The sheep had thoughtfully provided a set of nice tracks to take us down to the huge leat. Then, there they were, a truly amazing sight bursting over the horizon. Much appreciated by the throng. Round and down past the hoards of frogs and by Big Pond to the cars. Plenty of time for a late pint.
Then the one tiny, tiny, barely significant flaw - all the pubs were shut.
Oh bother.