It was thick mist at the top of the hill so glad we weren’t heading for the Moors. It was clear as we started along the river in Bere Ferris. Just three of us, me, him and great to catch up with Liz.
A familiar route along the muddy path by the river and on into the woods. Wet underfoot and wet from above but a pleasant 10 degrees, quiet except for sound of the stream. Grass sparkling in our torch light.
On up to Hole Farm and out onto the road to find the path through fields of clover and the rocky lane back to the river. We decided against the extra planned loop up to the station. The Old Plough was calling.
Short and Sweet.
Stella