The Carabid certainly was not to go hungry. Fortunately we had our expert with us to identify. It eats slugs and can even give you a nasty nip. It was certainly not going to go hungry this evening.
After a clear, clear day of wall to wall sunshine the mist managed to make its way in before we set off from Cadover. Up the track to the Warren House and round to trace a way to Great Trowlesworthy. Out over Spanish Lake and Hentor Brook to find Hen Tor itself for a cuppa. Another remarkably warm evening to be out and about. OK for most through the clitter to the leat junction. Along and back. Somewhat later than might, so on to the always Rock.