A few words, just a few words, they said.
Always best to have a plan. Out to Whiteworks, across the mire, Goldsmith's, and up to Hand Hill Cross for a very nice sunset - what could possibly go wrong? It had been softly drizzling all day, nothing special. So a perfect Dartmoory evening to set out across the atmospheric mire. All going well, but what is that? The small Swincombe is a roaring torrent - don't fancy that at all. So back round through all the workings to the track and up. What to do? What to do when a plan totally fails? Really, only one sensible thing to do.
Off to the pub!