CHAPTER 4
Me and my posse of dogs walk around the estate and through the entrance gates to the park. There isn’t a single soul here, even on the children’s play area, which is usually full of teenagers. The grass squelches underfoot as I walk over it, towards the skateboarding zone. I unclip the three dogs and they charge off, foraging in the undergrowth and gambolling in the mud. Randolph is covered, his fur no longer white but a dark brown mess. Lucy has found a stick and is tossing it in the air with her mouth and Bertie is lapping water from a muddy puddle. I stop for a few moments to stretch my legs before setting off into a gentle jog. The mud splatters up my lower leg as I run faster. I do a whole lap of the park with the dogs in close pursuit and then come to a stop back a
