I was stood on the very top of Exmoor. The rain that fell heavily seemed to be seeping into my mind and body. The wind tore at my Waterproof jacket and over trousers and summer seemed an eternity away. “How can it be this cold when it’s almost August,” I found myself thinking. I was soaked, wearing full battle dress and chilled to the bone. A short while later the sun broke through, the clouds dissipating as quickly as they had built. The warmth spread through me rapidly but something had already taken place in my mind.
A moment of madness