Sheep & Tree, Merrivale, Dartmoor, Nikon FE2/Delta 400
Apart from the sheep and I, there wasn't a soul to be seen, but shortly after taking this a farmer came bouncing down the hill on an ATV, and yelled at me what I assume to be a traditional Devonian greeting. It was very precise, and cut cleanly through the wind and the rain; 'Why don't you f**k off out of the way with that f***ing camera of yours?'
I should perhaps have responded with the Essex equivalent, but ingrained manners and deference to his position interceded, and I simply raised my hand and did as instructed. It appears that there might be some conflict between walkers and commoners on Dartmoor, and I happened to be on that tiny spot on the map at an unfortunate moment.