Well there certainly was plenty of weather about. Out from Yellowmeade in thick Dartmoor mist with the rain gently falling. To head up to Hollow as the mast lights popped out. Along, along, searching, searching to find the strange orange thing - always nice to find a strange orange thing. Just what could it be? All sorts of strange theories abound but most likely the exit from a prison escape tunnel. No doubt they popped their heads out and headed straight back for a warm shower and hot dinner. Down to Foggintor as the mist reappeared, to find shelter in the railway cutting for a cuppa. A brief foray to Swell then back to pick up the railway and down to a raging Pila Brook. The only way to cross, to ford the ford - nice and cool. By now the wind had joined in and it seemed a long, long way back by Four Winds to the cars. On to the Prince of Wales which is appropriately decorated for Remembrance Day.