We puffed up the hill in our fleeces (we had been cold earlier on) as the pup ran around, wide smiled and tongue out. At the top we shed our excess gear, sank back onto a favourite bench and just drank in the horizon. The labrador pup collected sticks and brought them to us to throw as we munched our sandwiches and talked about horses and jobs, false nails and dogs, camping and potatoes - yes, it was a very random conversation.
Our hour had almost evaporated leaving us just enough time to skidadle down the crag, hot-foot through the busy market and get back to work with just moments to spare. Excellent!