Wild Life

Took a run up onto the top of the moor, icy blasts up there, and the first attempt at snow as we descended.
DM takes on the form of the moor the longer we're out, mud, and heather and old bracken, twigs and some decomposing sheep parts all become part of her vibrant coat. She's not been too well for a few days, but is clearly back on form as she zig zagged either side of me climbing, and bolted up and down the descents. Time was I could outrun her on the ascents, not any more (unless it's hot and longer than about 8miles - neither really happening at the moment).