It is bloody nippy on top of Dartmoor on the twelfth of March.
I should have taken gloves!
Brrrr.
Last photo interrupted, not so much by the baying of a terrible hound, Mr Holmes, so much as the whinging of a chilly saluki who felt it was well time to go home.
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