A flirty, batty, newty sort of evening.
A most pleasant evening to set out with a gentle cooling breeze. Time to explore the distillery where the really huge copper stills are standing proud. And what a sight they will be when the sun strikes through those big windows. Up to North Hessary as the light faded; well clouded over so little chance of a sunset. But at the trig point what should happen but the sun emerging from beneath the clouds - how can that possibly happen? Plenty of light left to spot Hollow, so nicely down. Just how anyone at all could fail to find it is a mystery - must be a right numpty. Down to Yellowmeade and along the track to Foggintor. No signs of any campers - all gone back to work I guess. Up by the edge of the quarry to find the higher track. And along we went as the light faded. So, after falling over a couple of rocks, time for torches. So all chuffing along quite nicely. as the breeze eased and flirties flew around. Then, what can that be, all around us, they must be birds, but no - bats. Lots and lots of bats having a meal - how fabulous. So, surrounded by bats along to the wood and down to Meavy Head. Lots to see; whirlygig, leeches, pondskaters ... By the track and the mucky brook. And eagle eyes started spotting newts, lots of teeny tiny newts. and slugs, lots and lots of slugs. And a larger newt beautifully posing for a pic. How super! To the Plume for a pint and a very warm welcome. A full explanation of all the work done and still to do costing loads. As ever, a very full and exciting Wednesday evening.