Quite a dilemma; pitch black, blowing a hooley and tipping it down. Still better set off, hopefully no one else will be daft enough to turn up and I can scoot off home. Oh No!, there they are - the usual suspects; there must be a very special name for the sort of people who enjoy going out on nights like this. So, out we go, to the railway passing the newly cleansed ditch - nice. And along, of course checking the Meavy bubbler is still functioning. Out by the end of the woods and up to seek out the track. So, steadily into the wind and rain, albeit quite mild. A hint to beginners; if you don't put your anorak hood up in this sort of weather you tend to get somewhat wet. Eventually the whole hole is spied and round taking care to avoid the drop. Down to the ruined buildings, which seem to shrink each year, to find a bit of a lee. Back on the track and onward. Just why is this track so hard on the feet? It must have just the right (wrong) balance of bumpiness and granite. Surprisingly no one at all to be seen - mind you there could be thousands out there and we would not have spotted them. And when we thought we were all alone a slight pause and a peer into the ditch and there it was, a Great Diving Beetle - brilliant. Back, fully drenched, to the PoW which was buzzing. The usual warm welcome and they didn't seem to be bothered that we turned the lounge down the steps into a swimming pool. A very nice evening to experience the best that the moor can offer.