My pilgrimage to Nikko was shrouded in mist.
From the Sacred Bridge a carefully constructed stone path cut its way up the hillside, bordered by a forest of towering Cryptomeria cedars.
The Toshogu Shrine, a mausoleum for Tokugawa Iegasu and his grandson Iemitsu, who orchestrated the original, is a baroque splendour that greatly impressed me.
As the tourists cleared away for the evening, man's solitary insignificance in such natural surroundings is apparent:
Tall trees and wide spaces,