It's true - you really do have to be there.
Always good to have a clear objective, so that we had. As the Goose Fair revellers gathered on the airfield to head into Tavi, we headed the other way. Out from the golf club as the twilight golfers packed away their clubs and down No. 1. Round the old mine workings and along the damp tracks. To seek out the place, the very place, where we were sure, they would be, as they have been for quite a few years. Sure we were in the right place, at the right time of year, in the perfect conditions. So we spread out on the hunt - but not a sign. In fact very few fungi at all - just lots of huge slugs. No matter a nice evening with a goodly moon to guide us up to the hillfort. And there, for the very first time on a Wednesday walk, at the side of the path a lovely plump hedgehog. Yes, no wonder he was plump with all those slugs. And no we did not search for clay to cook up a feast. The hillfort banks made a nice spot for a sit and a cuppa. All too soon down the other side and across the busy, busy A386. Back along with our dear leader managing to find the muddiest of tracks until, eventually, we hit the greens. So nice and easy up the fairways and back. On to the ever reliable, albeit very quiet Rock for an easing pint.
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