Phew, at last, some real, proper, decent Dartmoor weather to head out. Along the super, duper smooth road to Omen Beam where two robust campervan folk were braving the elements. Full waterproofs quickly donned and out into it. Down the muddy (yes, do you remember that stuff - mud) track to the bridge. Over and up the long, wide, grassy way to Beardown Tor and on up to the flagpole where the wind and the mist were swirling. The compass definitely needed to guide us across to Lydford Tor for another pleasant battering experience. By the wall, through the gate to Broad Hole where shelter was found for a nice cuppa. The next objective occasionally appeared out of the lovely murk. Across the Cowsic (such an evocative name) and up by the huge badger set to check on Travellers' Ford Cross. All well; so steadily along keeping to the crest and avoiding Black Dunghill (the map makers really loved this place) back to the track and the cars.
A truly lovely evening to be out and about on our moor. Rather surprisingly we met nobody else - just where is everybody?