Goat in the Garden [antikvár]

One Mandy* s dad was out on one of his famous jogs. He took it seriously; timed it, paced it properly, asked Mandy to ride alongside on her bicycle to give him training tips and encouragement. But still he wasn't very good. 'Lift your feet, Dad! You're running flat-footed!' Mandy sighed. At this rate he'd never be fit for the fell race. Adam Hope lifted his feet. His breath came out in huge clouds of steam in the frosty air. With a determined look straight ahead, he tackled the long slope up out of Welford towards the Beacon. 'That's better!' Mandy encouraged, easing down