A Cloud

And what a cloud it was.

I took off for a run on the moor on my own while Forrest went out for a fast one with the club. We ended up doing the same kind of circuit but in opposite directions, bumping into each other twice. I was pleased to discover that he fell over twice as many times as I did in the dusty conditions. It was about even on the count of bruises and abrasions. He bounces better than me!