Man Pig has already done a sterling effort on recounting the beginning and the end, so here is the middle. The pack set off north from Bonehill Rocks and into the knee deep heather. After a few false starts we came across Piswell who had been absent from the circle and had made a head start. She looked like she knew where she was going! We threaded our way on the faint sheep tracks, trying to make out the flour through the undergrowth. Pork Torpedo led the charge up to Bell Tor where we paused to enjoy the view, although we had to carry further on up to Chinkwell Tor for the promised ‘360 degree’ experience. We carried on north to a check; Bee Flicker was convinced we’d be carrying on up to Honeybag Tor but instead we curved back eastwards. The longs and shorts parted company, as we clambered over a stile into an overgrown enclosure. After thrashing around in there for a while Poacher took pity on us and directed us back onto trail, and we did indeed end up on Honeybag Tor for another magnificent view. Then we were back on the shorts and scampered back across the moor to the car park just as the sun was lowering towards the ridge of Hamel Down.
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