It's a madness that afflicts us. Y' spend hours sometimes, wandering back and forth, looking like you're lost and wandering aimlessly on moortops, in all weathers. A coupla wardens have pulled me at different times, asking if I was alright, as they've watched in me float back and forth, round and round, over moorland terrain in pouring rain, all for the thrill of finding .... a cupmark! A bloody cupmark!!!