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. Fine Art Prints: Visit Shop Black and WhiteLandscapeMist and FogMoody FacebookTwitterPinterestEmail You may also like A Lone Tree in Glen Shiel Rain Over the Mountains at Glen Coe The Dawn of a New Day
