the waterlogged tussock grass and the razor-wire heather while I stumbled and swore along in their wake.Thankfully, they stopped at the summit of each tor for a photo call. Which gave me just enough time to catch up before they went bounding off like hyperactive
vaguely. Then, “Look, you don’t know anyone who could lend you a dog, do you? I mean, as long as you pretend to like it for the photos, who’s going to know?” There is a point when insensitivity achieves almost surreal proportions, and this was it. I
