Good sleep in a big bed with a nice little fire beside it. Plenty of “good words” enframed on the walls. They are arranged so as to take you by surprise. You go into a little recess to have a wash, and are confronted with “He sees you”. After a huge breakfast and a chat with mine host and hostess, I tramped back to M’s haunt.
Parts of the Moor reminded me of the gum-country in New Zealand, but it is not so dreary as that. It is inhabited by fine little shaggy ponies, with very fat tummies.