Ribblehead

I promised Forrest a hangover recovery run for his birthday. Sold as beautiful views from Whernside, warm sunshine, a cold beer afterwards in the garden of the Station Inn. That was what the weather forecast suggested. It didn't turn out quite like that. The cold beer still went down well though. 

Family spirits remained high despite the low clag on the hills and the cold wind. Whiskey especially had a great time in the peat bogs. That dog loves to get muddy