Foiled again.

The Turkey's Christmas lament "Shucks! Foiled again."

Decided to hurtle off up to the general area of the golf course, as being higher than Beacon edge.

Grand viewpoint for a panorama if I'd bothered to check the exposures &/or it had been a tad lighter. The sewing machine failed to agree on control points.

Climbed a locked, barbed wire shrouded, gate and trundled to the top of the field/hill, took a shot or two, thought "Stick this for a game of toy soldiers, I'll climb the wall and walk down the road, it's easier."

Foiled yet again! :¬(( The road was a cutting through the high point, which meant a 20-30' cliff scramble to the road (Through hawthorn scrub) You gotta be joking, back down the field and over the gate.

Settled for a sortof Sun set.

And so to bed.