Glenariff Forest

We took a short trip to Glenariff Forest on a cold, wet, wintry afternoon, the kind where your breath hangs in the air and, in true Northern Ireland fashion, everything is completely saturated after what feels like twenty years of rain. The forest was quiet; we were the only ones in the car park, probably because we were the only ones without any sense.

Shadow didn’t mind the cold or the rain. He trotted ahead, nose to the ground, absolutely in his element. We didn’t stay long, just enough for a brisk loop and a few moments where I found myself in a battle with gravity thanks to the steep gradients and the camera gear.