Well there must be lots out there but I can recall only two; first when filming by Tavy Cleave and another on Fur Tor. But there he was, scurrying off as some lune chased after him with a torch and camera. And even managed to get this most brilliant photograph.
Quite a cool, starry evening to leave Prewley to head up by the ice works to Sourton. Then steadily, then steeply up to catch the cairn on Corn Ridge. Those pesky pixies had a go but a quick 180 and Branscombe's came into view. Always a nice spot with shelter for a cuppa. The icy ridge line took us down to Shelstone to hunt for the baggage handle, still proving elusive. The post glaciated cwm contoured us gently round and back to the cars. On the way, what was that rustling through the grass? It was, it really was a mouse - what a treat! Back to the cars, past the closed Fox and Hounds, past the closed Dartmoor Inn to the Castle where the quiz night was in full swing.
So ice and a mouse - what more do you want?