And there she was, smiling so sweetly, gracing our moor, looking out for us.
From Hexworthy where the sun popped out to say goodnight.
A cool wind blowing to remind us that autumn is nigh.
Back along then out along the old trackway where once we couldn't.
And out to Horse Ford Cross where the perambulation passed nearby long ago.
Steadily, steadily up to admire the fantastic gert at Henroost.
The long grass took us out to Skir Gut as the orange moon rose behind.
To track our way to Deep Swincombe for shelter for a cuppa.
Down the gert, by the mould stone and old leat to the pipe track.
A quick check to make sure she was just fine.
To the, now expected, very lively Forest Inn.