PHOTOGRAPHY SAM REED
Autumn is upon us, and the routes through the woods today feel damper, darker, more challenging. My rear tyre skids along a tree root before finding purchase in the damp, gritty sand and we push on upwards. Up the side of the valley, to the highest point, to the Trig Point. “I’ll see you at the bottom,” comes a cheery shout from Sam as he drops into the descent. I follow immediately, better to crack on than wait to dwell on the dangers. I yell “dropping in” with mock bravado and follow hot on his heels.