At least the weather behaved, nice and dry after the wet. There was some concern by the leader about boginess but generally managed to avoid the worst though someone who will remain nameless ended with a soggy boggy bottom!
Out and along above the river and then the leat, two successful water crossings. Up and around to Hentor to shelter in the lea for a welcome cuppa.
Back over the waters to the Farmstead that may have housed our summer Australian visitor's ancestors.
Onwards to admire the large pink granite cheese and wonder why it is still there. Then down past the pillow mounds to the cars. Oh yes I have been told to mention there was some minor 'domestics' but we are still talking to each other honest!