Well those perishing, pesky piskies were well out and about.
From Bennett's Cross with the sun well gone on a mild evening. To head out on the Two Moors Way to bend round to Birch with the Warren House shining. And then more subtle bending with the phantom quad bike heading steadily up a lane that isn't there. To find we were back at the Two Moors Way! On by the snuggled campers to Headland Warren where the generator chugged but no lights shone. Challacombe came and we were mightily relieved to hear that the fairies and their houses had been relocated to Postbridge - well worth looking for. Bravely a check was made that the troll is sleeping and to the pond for a cuppa. Round the Down to the mine and muddy track and on to the bridge. Where the lovely bent tree is slowly being reabsorbed. Unerringly up and back to the cars except for those piskie followers. To the Warren House where two fires were blazing.
It's still warm out there and in there.