Tuesday afternoon, after accepting another invite, I suddenly realised that the weeks evening social engagements were swallowing up any camping possibilities.

Tonight would have to be the night!
So went home, applied for leave,
packed my bag, and after nearly an hours drive I was walking from Two Bridges carpark in darkness.
An overcast sky with high cloudbase meant that I hardly needed a torch for the first half mile. Then once the terrain made me keep the torch a lot more on than off, it made more sense to have it on full time.
Near on 2 miles, and I was at Longaford Tor. Skirted the main mass of Rocks to find a nice Scarp sized piece of dryish flat ground just out of the worst of the wind. Just over an hour from the car and I was pitched and unpacking the rest of my gear.
A pleasant feast of leftover Christmas dinner (we were away boxing day) plus salad, cheese n chutney accompanied by hot Mulligatawny soup and a can of Pedigree Bitter (not Chum) followed by a measure of Sloe Gin and chocolate raisins enabled the Christmas feeling 'fullness' to continue. (phew - who needs punctuation?)
Stupidly, I also had a cup of coffee - which was pleasant, but meant I didn't get to sleep till way past midnight. I was reading and listening to music, when the cheapo AA 'emergency phone charger' I was trying out started glowing and smouldering
causing a minor kerfuffle whilst I chucked it out and aired the tent of the burnt chemical odour it emitted! (I bought it following a link someone left on an OM thread a month or so back - thanks!) A couple of bimbles around the tor and the obligatory guyline fiddle, also passed the time.
Woken at 4 am, by the wind getting up even more, and a long series of glowing flashes in the sky (quite bright even in the tent) which I initially though was lightning. But then I realised it must have been the army doing night-time 'Dry Training' with parachute flares over near Holming Beam.
When I awoke again it was light. A leisurely breakfast, then I struck camp just as a vicious half hour shower appeared - and my route led me into it face on
I had to cross the West Dart, and not wanting wet feet (I had boots on for once) having forgotten my poles, decided to play it safe and cross upstream where it was 'jumpable' (almost
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