Surprisingly mild at the car park, hardly a breath. All looked calm with no snow expected this time. A nice half moon shining guided us up Gutter Tor. And there, faintly glowing, red and green stick lights and soft voices. So quietly round and down and on to Ditsworthy Warren House when big lights approached, just what could it be? A lone cyclist heading out to star gaze. Down over the brook and up to the menhir with stars all around and even a bright shooting star. Up to Giant's Grave, always a nice spot for a cuppa. With stars shining brightly should be no problem finding the way round. So, of course, the cloud came in. Steadily on to seek out Drizzlecombe Brook which gently bent us round to find the main track. Down, down to the Scout Hut where there emerged lots of quiet, dark soldiers on a night navigation exercise. Goodness me they are looking younger and younger. Either they are getting younger or we must be getting older. Back to the cars and on to a quiet and most tastefully decorated Burrator Inn. Even Halloween can be done nicely.