An early morning frost, the first of the year, left a thin white layer on the slopes of Caradon Hill which quite quickly melted away under a weak sun.
The Moor felt very spongy underfoot - I discovered that my trusty walking boots are no longer waterproof - and the track had plenty of muddy patches and puddles.
In order to find a firmer footing, I followed the granite setts of the former Caradon Mining Railway.
Looking out across the Minions to Upton Cross road to one of the many ruined engine houses and beyond to Dartmoor.
She was so intent on eating as much grass as possible, that I got close enough to almost touch her - but despite all the encouraging words and clicks from me, she wouldn't lift her head and smile for the camera. After I pocketed my camera, she stared across at me - she had a pretty dappled grey face. Huh!