The road was rather icy out to Norsworthy with rather a cooling nor' easterly blowing. Where to go, only one (or two) places really. Up along the track by Lethertor Bridge. The rapid Meavy decided against walking the iron planks. By the potato cave, by the farm and up to the leat. Out along, all very quiet, to the aqueduct. And there the icicles gleamed as the leat tumbled from Raddick. Back along and into the wood. Then out of the silence the sound of a chainsaw. Now just who and why would anyone be using a chainsaw in the plantation a week before Christmas? Down the steep track with lots of recently tumbled trees back to the car. Hoping to get back ... but all was fine, nice and gentle got us through. These full on winter evenings are rather nice - once you get out in them.