With the sun high in the sky and visibility for miles it would be easy to become complacent with knowing exactly where you are.
But out on Dartmoor with few large features to home in on and a more temperamental weather system than a teenager’s mood, such complacency could be disastrous.
These pictures were taken 12 hours apart. Our campsite views were obliterated by the mist. It came down over the night and lasted the entire following day without relent.
Visibility reduced to mere metres, every direction looking the same. The difference then between an awesome bank holiday weekend in the hills and what could've been an epic battle for survival was knowing exactly where we made camp and just some quite basic compass skills.
We had the former, an awesome weekend away.