The rain rolled over me like a wave as the wind unleashed another whip.
Elba, my labrador, peered down at me – ears flapping, tongue lolling – before loping out of view. Looking around for the first time in a while, I noticed vibrant green ferns carpeting the valley, the flow only interrupted by Greenhead Gill’s snaking trail. Surrendering to the elements, I opened both arms wide to catch thick droplets of rain on my face.
