T'was my sort of night, clear, the moon and stars lighting up the moors and tors. Towns and villages twinkled and sparkled.
In fact, almost perfect!Just that bitter wind, not too strong but enough to make you wince when getting out of the cars.
So, a short distance along the roadside and up towards Little Staple. All the paths clearly defined without their summer growth.
I like that too!
More up to Middle Staple, bigger and more of a sprawl due to over zealous quarrying with just a few sheep to keep us company.
Then over the saddle, passing one of the stones erected to warn stone cutters not to take anymore rock from the magnificent Roos tor, which, before being desecrated by the above, boasted two logan stones and many large basins. No flag flying tonight, so a good place to have a break. Well, it was for one of us, two forgot their flasks. Never mind, it made them more eager for that pint later.
After studying the planets, we set off again in two different directions towards the dew pond, only to meet up again at another of the Duke of Bedford's stone with the older bisected circle in a large rock beside it.
On to the very still dew pond, still no sign of any wildlife, even the slugs were comatose, finally reaching the the thufers and mole metropolis/aka
Cox Tor trig point. Another photo shoot and discussion on every thing surrounding us and we descended the dodgy track down to the cars.
The Whitty was open and welcome. Thank goodness, or words to that effect, as conversation was stilled whilst pints were poured down thirsty throats.
Ah, that's better...........
Brenda