Back then, he even accompanied me up there in the snow (and this is in an area without even a mobile SOS signal, so that might have proved a bit reckless).
Still, yesterday I went without him, for the first time, and it was very misty, rainy so I didn't get another clear shot of the iron age hill fort, or anything. Hey ho - but some aerobic exercise.
For contrast, this is how I captured it last time, on a crisp winter's day:
And the old dog remains adventurous on brighter days, and walking along the level of the river, rather than up and down the hills...
Note: This blog got neglected in a flurry of other projects, but it is a diary going back aways, likely to get plundered for the more recent years of my autobiography (work-in-progress).