Windswooped

I watched Forrest go for a run on the moor without me, quite voluntarily, and felt a certain pride watching him from the window, running uphill and out of sight. It was mild enough for me to suggest that he'd be fine in just shorts and T-shirt. I hadn't accounted for the 50mph gusts and driving rain. He was a little wet and windswept on his return. I took a walk later to find out for myself. 

Evie here was a tremendous sport. One of a few hilarious outtakes.