All the owls were hooting and this super craft was safely tied up at Bere Ferrers. As we left on a cool evening - perhaps the last for a while. The half moon was shining brightly as we headed out by the muddy Tavy and up through the woods. Bending round to Hole Farm and down the hill with the lights of Calstock and Plymouth brightly shining. The odd roof at Shutecombe made a nice spot for a cuppa. Round and down back to the Old Plough for a nice pint and catch up.