Greetings from Bodmin Moor

We said our hurried goodbyes to the hostess at the B & B, as she was dashing off to the the Brownie Pantomime, and left St Brewards under a cloudless sky. The Moor was easy & well marked at first. Jill left Kenny & I at "King Arthur's Hall" which historians, like Jill, get enthused about but was just a pile of old stones to me. I was happy to go onwards & eastwards on my own but Kenny woudn't hear of it, and thank goodness he didn't. The footpath disappeared & just as we were wondering what to do next, this serious hiker (he had all the equipment, map case, compass, and two walking sticks!) appeared out of the mist & said"Are you lost?" He knew the Moor & we were glad of it. He guided us up & around "Brown Willy" at the pace of a mountain goat and we were on our way. We were fine for a while, until we started climbing into the mist when (according to the map) we shoudn't have. We were worried, it was 5pm & we needed "Two Sticks", but he was long gone. We climbed to the top, heard, then saw, the A30 & figured out where we were. We eventually arrived in Five Lanes at "The Kings Head" pub. Jill met us at the door, showered, refreshed & with a glass of wine in her hand.