... Well, it really wasn't any better.
The fabled view from the car park near Bennett's Cross
We abandoned our plans to go for a walk out on the open moor and had our picnic in the car. Which is a bit tricky when you're sharing the front seat with a large, moulting border collie.
On, then, to Postbridge, where at least it wasn't raining. Much.
And it was so very beautiful and lush, even on this greyest of days.
We then proceeded sedately through low cloud and mist, noticing with pleasure that the Forest Inn at Hexworthy, high above the West Dart, has reopened after two long years of closure.
Finally, we stopped for a brief amble on the edge of Hembury Woods, so that Ted could stretch his legs and have a splash in a nearby stream.
At least the company was excellent.
And as for not so glorious Dartmoor, we'll just have to try our luck again soon.