These long, lazy Spring evenings are just so, so nice.
Out from Joey's Lane with the sun still high and out onto the moor. Round under Sheepstor to the always muddy track beneath Roughtor Plantation. The cuckoo beckoned heading towards Combeshead. And a really fantastic sunset; it just managed to pop out from behind the clouds in time. Up the track where the soldiers train and on to Sheepstor. All very quiet and peaceful - just where is everyone? So a bit of a shock to be woofed at the top of the tor - a lone camper enjoying the evening. Down steeply and back to the lane. No glow-worms this evening, perhaps next time.
All most pleasant.