As nightfall begins to creep over Exmoor, the thick fog becomes oppressive. Heading back to the car, it feels very lonely walking along a path with no sound other than those of my footsteps and that of my breath.
As nightfall begins to creep over Exmoor, the thick fog becomes oppressive. Heading back to the car, it feels very lonely walking along a path with no sound other than those of my footsteps and that of my breath.
