And it all seemed to be going so well ...
Arrived at Four Winds as the rain ceased and the forecast for crystal clear star filled skies. Bimbly out along to follow the leat and the wonderful Merrivale antiquities. Should have known something was afoot as the pixies led us to a TA stone instead of the Longstone. But plenty of time so more bimbly wimbly to the Longstone standing proud. Down and along to seek the stream and a nice crossing place for most. Gently up as a few stars appeared and the mast shone to King's - always a nice spot. Out along the ridge to Swelltor to find some comfy stones for a cuppa in the ruined hut. Easily round by assorted tracks to the Seamen's House just above where we had lunch the day before. And over to Foggintor for the promised through route. Up and over and down to the nice neat track and over the causeway - what could possibly go wrong? Then those pesky piskies started running amok, just what were they up to. Up and down and down and up and round and round surrounded by impenetrable cliffs for ages and ages and ages and ages. Finally we were back exactly where we had started. So, what to do? Reset the map and compass and make a steady course or run away - what do you think? So we ran away back to the sanctuary of the tramway by Yellowmeade, Hill Cottages and back.
Phew!