Well, there you go, mocketh not the Pixies, especially on a misty, gloopy evening. They lure you into complacency and then, very softly, just switch a few things round, just move a few walls, just slide a few confusing lights into view.
Out from Tor Royal down what might not be a track and popping out to walk Conchies Road before heading out to find the huge Blakey Tor. The elephant grass provided amusement as we headed down to the West Dart for a cuppa. Rounding Moorlands Farm and all is well - then, just what did happen, a subtle lure taking us down by Little Sherberton and, somehow, by walls that do not exist on the map or on the ground, out above Sherberton itself. Conchies steadily steered us back to the cars and in something of a rush to the ever reliable PoW.
Those pesky pixies strike again!