We took the main trail up (and it is uphill all the way, though not that steep in most places) to Chew Reservoir. You start out in the base of a steep-sided dale, at first in woodland and then on open grassland, with a river rushing along beside you. Gradually you ascend way above the river and eventually up onto the heathery tops. It was an exhilarating climb, which took our minds off the lack of wildlife.
As we did the last steep bit of path to the reservoir, it began to rain. There had been no sign whatsoever of my main target, Mountain Hare. It was difficult to be all that cheery about things. However, the view over the reservoir and across the wild rough grassy moor all around was uplifting in a very wild and moorlandish sort of way.
By hometime the rain had stopped and the sun was out. I spent an hour or so before tea in H and M's wonderful big garden, taking pictures of waterlilies, a Coal Tit that really wanted to show off its badger-stripe, and a Robin toying with a mealworm.