Nothing better than a jolly good blow through and we certainly had that.
A surprisingly vigorous Easterly as we left Pork Hill.
A warm wind and the promise of a storm.
Straight up Cox Tor to get the full benefit.
Down and over the first of many sets of thufurs and by Wedlake.
To make the steady ascent to White.
In the strong, warm wind.
With darker and darker clouds appearing over south coast.
Shelter was found for a cuppa then down to the Longstone.
Which definitely has hints of Easter Island.
Neatly bypassing the mire to the stone circle.
And on to Roos, Great and Middle Staples.
To the cars and on to the Dartmoor Inn.
Such a remote place, they have yet to have a bread delivery this week.
All jolly refreshing.