Not overly encouraging after a day of high winds and solid rain. But still, you just have to, so out to High Down where it really was wet and windy. The Lyd was not as high as expected but the trudge up to Brat was well as expected. The cross did eventually decide to emerge from the gloop. So across and down to the fantastic gert where, quite magically, the mist started to roll up the hills, soon to roll back down again. Wheal Frederick provided the traditional tea stop. (Pleased to see the lintels and gable ends are still in place.) Neatly across at least six Doe Tor Brooks as the light shone in right across to Cornwall and beyond. Doe Tor provided a fine vantage point to see the moon emerge. A most civilised route to the farm was found where the lone pine still stands. We did look at the crossing below High Down but it was well beyond us. So along the bank by the rushing river to the now fully submerged stepping stones and back. Perhaps the Dartmoor Inn was open, who knows, certainly the Mary Tavy Inn provided a very warm welcome.