A Rite of Passage

On the day when I took Forrest on one of my favourite runs, from Bolton Abbey to Simon's Seat, over Barden Moor and back along the River Wharfe.

He's getting close to breaking me now. Actually, we're both a bit broken tonight. I was doing okay until I tripped up headfirst and planted myself in a dirty puddle. I used to bounce back up. Not any more.