Well, the goldfish were hiding and the Devil's Fingers have yet to emerge but the frogs were out - not surprising. A well Dartmoory evening to set out from Oakley Cottage with the mist swirling and the rain raining. To the quarry and on by the feather, where the frogs were jumping, to Pew. The pixies sent us to the leat and then on to Feather Tor for some shelter for a cuppa. On to Windy Post and a time to remember. The beautiful mire provided some amusement to make our way by Vixen. Up the lane and a full search for the elusive fingers. Perhaps a little bit early, certainly worth another search in a week or so. Back over Pew and on to a very quiet Whitty.