Under the shadows of filthy weather in the splendid isolation of an early morning on Dartmoor. Shifting clouds and occasional shafts of light provide an ever changing shift in the drama that is Dartmoor which is nothing less than exhilarating. The climb to the top was a climb into low cloud, obscuring the view while becoming the view at the same time. The camera wasn't happy . . . it scrunched and squirmed with mechanical resistance, demanding to know what the focus was while being bombarded with icy pricks of rain in severely limited visibility. I shifted it from auto focus to manual, hoping for the best of a random whatever, shooting blind. Through the fog came a man with his dog . . . we both agreed, a most splendid morning to be out on the moor.