(non) chocco run

A morning of orienteering on the Mynd, hoping that on our second attempt we might actually find the chocolate. Alas, no.

Mud, full streams, rain like needles hitting your face, climbing up a hill in gales, clinging on to bracken, mud, hail stones, tiredness, grumpiness. It wasn’t to be.

Back a Groove, warming up by the fire and catching up on Maddie cuddles.