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.