Henry's photos are still there and all is just the same ...
After rather a mizzly, dribbly, misty day up on the moor, a truly fabulous evening emerged for a wonderful walk. From the Hairy Hand and past the ponies under a blue, blue sky. Across to check the nightjars had headed home and round and up. Chasing the sun back into the sky to Laughter Tor to watch it steadily sink as the heather and gorse bloomed. Down to the sheepfold for a cuppa and then along the familiar track by the tank and up to Bellever - always fantastic there. Down the slight track to check it is still 10 to 3 and into the brashings to seek the forestry road. And back to the PoW to see what is going on. Apparently it will be a month or two before any changes.
And as we left a beautiful moon rose - just as it has.