February and there is a dusting of snow on top of the Dartmoor tors. I had a walk on Saturday along Drake’s Trail, a cycle and walking path that runs all the way from Tavistock to Plymouth. Snowdrops were out and the views spectacular. It reminds me to take notes of the changing seasons, just little things that can make a scene sound authentic. It was very cold, the path icy in places, and my friend and I were both suffering from colds and in fact we had a coughing competition in places. We just did part of the Trail, about 4 miles in total, stopping off and stepping into the cosy warmth of the Skylark pub at Clearbrook where we sat by the fire and had fish and chips before starting on the return walk. The pub was full of walkers who had braved the cold and excited dogs, made more excitable by the arrival of a huge Husky type who looked as soft as butter. The walk seemed much shorter on the way back – why is that? – and at the end we were tired and our cheeks were very cold but it was exhilarating and set me up for the rest of the day sitting in front of the computer looking at a story I wrote a while ago which has never seen the light of day. It’s good to go back to something now and then, seeing it with fresh eyes and it certainly does no harm to put work aside if you are not completely happy with it.