This fuzziness seems to be following us round ( no I don't mean you Brenda). The week before we went away, thick disorienting mist around Burrator, three days of not being able to see the sea from the Wales coast path, but at least this Wednesday should be clear after such a nice day. But no, Dartmoor wove it's spell once more and as we left the cars from the revised car park wisps of the white stuff started to appear. Up the road a bit where Brenda was seen shouting furiously at a foal which had decided to graze on the side. On to the lovely Over Tor and by the time we reached Little Mis it was well wrapped and Great Mis had disappeared from the face of the earth. So on down the wall past a heard of very colourful ponies and their foals for a cuppa by the Walkham. A pleasant contour round below Roos and Staple as they too had disappeared. Below the quarry to find a welcoming Dartmoor Inn where we casual drinkers enjoyed a pleasant pint whilst hatching a cunning plot.
Mike