112/365 – One man and his dog

Twas the night before my mini break in France and the Peak District was beckoning (22/4/15).  We headed out with a visiting cousin to stroll along another of the Peak’s rocky outcrops, Curbar Edge.  Along the way we passed two men training mountain rescue dogs.   They (the dogs) were searching for a ‘dog’s body’, i.e. someone lying in the grass waiting to be found. Their noses were held high in the air hoping to catch a scent as they raced around the heather.    I spotted one of the handlers on the horizon with his collie, and had to take the shot.