Autumn signs all around but still t-shirt weather. With a gentle warm wind to welcome us to Whiteworks, which had just emerged from a day of gloop in time to miss the sunset. Out and down to cross our wonderful mire that never disappoints. Luckily no one paused as we bounced over the deep. And round to the cist. On on to Childe's which, as usual, reluctantly emerged from the fading light. Swiftly up to Fox Tor for a nice cuppa and to see Iridium 10 burn across the sky. The old trackway dutifully took us easily across to Whealham's Bottom down to Nun's Cross. There the pixies did try but the compass bent us back on course. To the leat, back to the reliable, welcoming PoW. Which, we realise, has to stay open to welcome Bill to read. For once tele an asset in a pub as we admired the swirling colours of the opening ceremony.