Walking in poor visibility focuses us on the near at hand. The part-wooded landscape comes into its own. Advocates of grouse moors talk about openness as if it's a great virtue. What it tends to mean is that people may be not noticing their immediate surroundings so much as what is far away (the power stations along the A1?). Blacka's mix does not preclude that but the presence of trees singly and in groups is even more welcome in mist.
The thought of walking in mist on Burbage Moor is not at all appetising. Even today new things are seen - another unknown fungus with intimidating Latin name, a small yew tree in the copse and a young oak thrusting through the now decaying bracken.
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