Day 67 - Blackmoorfoot

A lovely, sunny walk around Blackmoorfoot with Boycey the mad Airedale and his mum Maxine. 

Mostly social distanced apart from a bizarre moment when someone decided to stand right next to me to take a photo despite there being acres of empty space. People are weird. 

The Chancellor of The Exchequer seems competent and trustworthy. Is he really part of this government?