Chasing the Perfect Dartmoor Sunset: A Summer Walk up Brat Tor

Naturally, the good people of Tavistock showed zero interest in hanging pictures on their walls that served only to remind them of the urgent necessity of thermal underwear.

So, alerted by a cheerful ping on my smartphone, I recently sprinted through the house like a startled squirrel, grabbed a mountain of camera gear, and hauled my lobster-red, intensely wheezing frame back up the hill in search of some proper summer golden hour vibes.

Did my smartwatch issue multiple hysterical health warnings? Yes. Did I terrify a few innocent hikers along the way? Unquestionably. But I got the shot.