Near Wild Heaven

A stunning crisp Saturday gave way to an evening which was too good to miss. Spook could have done with a good leg-stretch so we headed up to Peat Cott again with my full-on winter Bergen (well, 15 litre OMM Ultra) and Antarctic kit (well, tights and top). I thought we'd have a bit of a trot around and get a few shots of what promised to be a cracking sunset.

We dropped down to Older Bridge and picked our way down to the Newleycombe before heading up to Hingston Hill stone row, passing a couple of runners on the way. This could be Bronze Age, but just as likely to be a fanciful righting of stones by a bunch of cowboy builders from Plymouth back in the day. (sorry, Shamus)

After a quick blast up Down Tor and back through the Newleycombe we headed up to Cramber Tor. The sun was nowhere near setting yet so we took a diversion to Hart Tor to get this shot.

A quick blast to South Hessary Tor saw the sun dropping below a thick cloud bank and fizzling out a bit. The almost full moon opposite did its best to make up for it though.

A full moon on Monday, so after a bout of decorating we'll be off out this way again to have another go.