Black Saturday

Down the Black Devon.

A muddy meander around the tracks on an unseasonably mild November,* in shorts, light jacket, and unexpectedly catching an unseasonal bug in the back of my throat whilst gasping for air climbing over to the Dam. A couple of stops for photos including down at the old derelict mill here, at what I've decided is almost definitely my favourite spot in the Wee County.

Sat for a while waiting to see if any fish would attempt the leap up the falls then realised it was starting to look a bit dark (at half three) so pointed the handlebars homeward.

*compared to this day four years ago when the country had come to a standstill.