Goldfish and frogs - a perfect evening for both.
The warm mist and mizzle had arrived by the time we left Oakley Cottage.
To check, once again, on the quarry.
Not over hopeful as the dog walkers left and the green ooze oozed.
But, there they were, just swimming about like ... goldfish.
So up and out to check the chisel is still stuck.
And that the Devil's Fingers have yet to arrive.
By Vixen Tor and up to the quarry for a very shiny cuppa.
Round the quarry and up by the Sett Makers' Bankers - whatever that is all about.
By Middle and down to the gert; torches needed to cross the road.
Down by the leat and the wheelwright and lots of frogs to Windy Post.
And on steadily to a quiet Whitty.
Where we were served by the landlord no less.
