The thing I like most about driving to Whitemoor is that it is east from Dorchester. You drive into the dawn of a new day, and a new day can hold a million possibilities. The pale blue sky was tinged honey yellow behind the blue-grey clouds. The whole sky looked like an unfinished painting on an artist’s canvas in the semi-monotone light. Only the pink highlights in one section of the sky gave evidence of the autumn sun that would later bathe the landscape in the colours of t