So there it was, rain, rain, rain, cold, cold cold. Pop on full waterproofs at the car to make sure none of it happened.
Out on a beautiful 99.7% waning gibbous to follow the track to Seward's Cross. Over to the leat emergence and rapidly down to Hingston stone row. Finding the gert dropped us to Newleycombe. Of course it just had to be: lovely cool fizz and chocolate cake to celebrate im's BIG birthday to come when he will not be here and will actually be far, far away. Suitably refreshed, up the slope to the T-gert and on to the cross. The leat guided us to Older and back to the cars as the moon shone and shone. The Plume was warm and snug where we got up to our full complement of 50% with new hips.