So just what was that all about? We were promised, promised, promised even pledged. But NO not even one flake - all for nothing. and we had been so excited.
Just completely tipping rain which is all very nice but not what we were promised. Still got to go ... Out from the car park and the trudge up to the mast. Someone claimed they actually saw it at one point but I didn't. Up, up, up to take some shelter. Then out into it and down faithfully but no, wandered off somehow. A bit of wiggling and Hollow appeared. A nice bit of calm for a cuppa. Then back out into it - it just has to be done. Better now down to the track and along to Foggintor. The interminable railway slowly, very slowly, took us back as the rain forgot to ease.
To the Prince of Wales which was quite welcoming considering he had seen no all evening - too wet for the young 'uns. Of course Bill was there to remind us of the orchids. So a nice pint and out - and the rain had blastingly well stopped. So a truly classic Dartmoor evening - you really have to be there just in case ...