Well those crane flies were certainly going at it hammer and tongs. Mind you if you never eat and only live for a week I guess you have to get on with things. As for us ...
We waved goodbye to the golfers as they packed it in for the day and set off down the first hole. Round Yeoland Consols Mine which was worked from around 1600 until it closed in 1892. Across the down and along to seek what we had all been promised. We searched and searched but no sign at all, perhaps it has been just a bit too dry - worth another look later. And on to pause as the clouds rolled in but our ever reliable spotter saw it just peeping through a gap in the clouds. The light gently faded as we headed uphill to the Iron Age hill fort. And there heaps of fly agarics providing a sumptuous feast for all sorts of creepy crawlies especially the crane flies who deemed it the perfect spot to mate. Over to the trig point and on to cross the busy, busy A386. Turning the corner a fine track was found and at last some stones to sit on for a nice cuppa. By now all the stars that can be had popped out and a quick check was made that the Pole Star was in its correct location. Wibbly to the golf course where we manged to complete another five holes. (What truly amazing grass, indeed we wondered if it actually could be real grass.) And then, there it was again soaring overhead for a perfect siting. To think we had walked all of 5km while they had been right round the world. Over the road and back for a quick trip to the 'A' stone. It was commented that it might be the flattest walk ever. So there's a challenge; who can do a walk with less than 74m of ascent and descent?