Four Winds.
Leading the first torchlit walk of the season always seems slow, so nothing too taxing! Off we trotted through the perfect grass of the old school buildings, kept beautifully mown by our woolly friends. Down to the stream which always seems to create some indecision as to where to cross. Up to the railway track to take a clockwise route until we headed up the top track towards Swell Tor. A sheltered spot out of the wind next to the well built shelter (a refuge during blasting or a powder store?) The moon was out, a perfect half divided vertically, but before we were on our way the heavens opened and full waterproofs were donned. Up around the huge quarries to find the path to King Tor. The flags had been flying and we were treated to a mono coloured firework display. An easier stream crossing on the way back and then on to The Prince Of Wales for a pint.
Fine walk.