I had a window of free time so Fred dropped me off at Haytor and watched me labour up to the rocks, half set in clag. Didn't know he was watching, glad I kept the myth alive and managed not to stop.
There were numerous school groups out with a fair contingent of reluctant folk amongst.
The run led me down the Templar Way to Bovey and then, via other footpaths, to Chudleigh. Went wrong a couple of times - but such events always bring up new stuff so no worries.
Spring is springing - unlike my arthritic big toe which is sore. Still, it was great to have a good sniff of wet Devon and to be out amongst the skylarks and yellow gorse.