I have two excuses for doing nothing in particular today - I'm on holiday (the first time I've had a whole week off at once this year...), and the Great Arc book got wet in the rain (my new bag is not as waterproof as the old one) and is recuperating under the mattress, so I can't write about it. So just another little bit of local hill wandering - 141 words.

Further up again it was wheel tracks through the heather - and then it wasn't, and then I was into a short burnt patch, and then I wasn't - I kept thinking I was going to pick up a main path somewhere, but it took quite a while, and a lot of wading through heather, before I finally came out on a good track again just at the edge of the flat summit area