Plan to hike across the stark majesty of the high moors in winter and what do you get? Half-frozen in the cloudbase, 50-metre viz and hilariously turned-around at every junction. Yay GPS. This is South Hessary Tor, the only one I could actually see because it jumped out of the murk and said "Boo!"
It's absolutely beautiful out there right now: Autumn is turning, the bracken has died back, and everything is fading and toughening up just a little. The sheep are shaggy (and from the colour tags, shagged); the ponies are fat and hairy and bitey; the ravens are pruuting and braaking; the little ground-living birds are their usual offended selves.