Fernworthy
Every path I tried was closed for logging so I switched to plan B and went through a boggy bit. Over my wellies as it turned out which, when you only have a 10 minute trip home, doesn’t really matter. The lichens were on form today. The gate post was lying embedded in the middle of a hut circle and looked like it had been there for a long time. I’m going to have to find out how they cut holes in granite so neatly pre-diamond-tipped-drills.
