It's all about timing; timing, timing, timing. Just timing, that's all, timing; timing, timing, timing. Timing and location. To catch the perfect weather window. Too early or too late and that's it - missed. So when and where - the only questions. And, so it was decided, it would just have to be 7.30 p.m. at Holming Beam. And, just perfect, the most beautiful combination of Dartmoor wet, wind, mizzle, mist and rain. Down and over the Cowsic to head steadily and gently up to Lydford Tor. Where the whole of the north moor must have been spread in front of us. Onward to Devil's for a nice cuppa and then to Beardown Man. The tussocky elephant grass provided some entertainment before contouring up to Conies Down Tor. The magic black rock proved somewhat elusive as the traverse was made back to the shelter of the trees.
And a really yellow frog.
The PoW was all very jolly and the Minion looked jolly fine.