I am currently reading a rather slim book called Nightwalking, full of evocative descriptions, one of which describes the cloud as ‘having the texture of thick porridge’ well tonight it was more like a thin cream of mushroom soup with a bright full Wolf Moon shining through, giving clear views of the terrain- no need of map and compass.
A simple round:-
Staple Tor car park.Forest corner, no trees though.Leat, in full flow.Aqueduct, the cascade shining brightly in the moon.Black Tor, chilly breeze here.North to road, track less boggy than it used to be.North to Princetown railway, seemed a lot further than it was.Round the track, to turn left down an old wall.The old tramway, always a joy over the original bridge.Fur Tor (Walkham), a hidden gem.Leeden Tor, still plenty left after the quarrymen took a good share.South to cars, waiting there.Burrator Inn, a pint and chorizo crisps.
A fine evening and good to see Brenda out again.
Mike