Haytor Final Run

21:00

The power kiter is still going strong.


The sky is a bit like being in a large bowl - edges of cloud all the way around the circumference and clear overhead.

23:00

Dark. Overcast so no stars, but the ground is lighter as a result of light pollution reflecting off the clouds.


The remaining camper van leaves the car park.

18:00

Stop me and buy one.


The ice cream wagon from the top car park heads off to visit his mate down in the lower car park, then they both go home.

20:00

Got back to the top to find that someone had ripped up the bag of stones that I'd made to weigh down the tripod. Fortunately I'd bought extra bags.

22:00

Pink skies from the post-sunset light, while someone on the very top of the rock explains what can be seen in different directions.

24:00

Sweep of lighthouse beams on the distant coast, car headlights sweep across the top of the Rocks.

19:00

An old old blue coach crawls up the hill at 20 miles an hour, collecting irate motorists.

11:00

A skirmish line of crows stalks around the base of the tor, investigating the ground.

"No, I don't think I should, I might never get down again."

05:00

Not long before sunrise. The large group of walkers leave, they'd walked up from Bovey Tracey, leaving at 2am.
Trying to get the dog back across the gap looks like a challenge.

14:00

The post-lunch crowd arrive, puffing slightly - but that's mostly because it's got so warm in the sun. Some of the visitors shoot panoramas from the top.