Sandy Hole Pass
I camped in a gorge downstream from here the previous night. I didn't exactly rush to get packed up in the morning as there was thick fog and I only had about 5 miles to walk to Vur Tor for my next camp. When I emerged from the gorge, I found I had left the fog behind. I had been camping in a temperature inversion. What a beautiful morning I had been missing! It was crisp, there is hoar frost on the grass and ice on the rocks in the river. I'm not at all moved by most of the myths surrounding the moor, much of that is perpetuated for the tourism industry, but the peace and solitude of Dartmoor is a precious thing.