Up past Burrator and miserable dripping Princetown to the carpark beyond Merrivale, five rooks hopping and bobbing in the misty drizzle on the grass. Drive through the streaming water across the moor to Hexworthy, the West Dart river running chestnut brown ripple, coffee chocolate with vanilla foaming veins; then Venford reservoir where there are waves and the Victorian road bridge across the dam is flooded. Home via Holne, Coombe and Buckfastleigh; a fierce wind gusting, with a proper old-fashioned man in the moon, a sky-white crescent swinging down to the south west horizon.

Two photos of the moon in cloud just over the top of Dogman’s roof on May Terrace: I stand on the paving by the pond and hold the camera up above next door’s garage roof. I capture the streetlight in the back lane and a light fuzz of a clouded moon. Long exposures with arms outstretched: the camera uterus, light reflected into the black box recorder through its aperture, fingers an inverted image upon the wall of the dark chamber.