Basking in the light and glory that comes with not giving a damn.
Retreating into myself last week the last thing I wanted to do was socialise.
But I’d arranged to go to dartmoor for some more rope and photos with my friend who took this one, among other pictures. I’ve yet to introduce him properly on here as I haven’t reached the point I met him. But to push my limits with sharing my beloved dartmoor and my soothing coils on a day when I just needed to hide away…
Anyway, he tied me up, and took pictures while I basked in the weak November sun.
My worries just melted away.
And the hikers who stopped for a picnic gave us something to chuckle about.
(Plus, it’s another tits out tor bagging success!)