Stepping out into the blackness I kick myself for not having my headtorch to hand – only occasionally does drizzly light from the crescent moon break through to illuminate the outline of the Lorton Valley hills above.

走出黑暗，我责怪自己手头没有手电筒——只有偶尔，新月的毛毛细雨才会透进来，照亮上方洛顿谷山丘的轮廓。