Rupert balanced the time he could save by riding Quinn up to the sheep dip on Monday morning against the complexities of tethering his horse out of the way of the sheep and dogs as well as the question of where to safely stow his saddle. He decided that it would be better to get a lift in one of the estate's Land Rovers, and ride as soon as he got back in the evening. He needed to ride every day, even while he was helping on the estate if he was to be certain that he and Quinn were fit for the journey ahead of them the next weekend.
He hadn't asked permission for his camping trip yet, but he couldn't see that would be a problem. Papa had gone on equally adventurous expeditions when he'd been much younger than Rupert, and it wasn't as if he'd be neglecting his work on the estate or his studies in order to go camping. His year hadn't been set any schoolwork to do over the holidays. Once Papa knew why Rupert had planned his own particular expedition, he could hardly disapprove of the reasons. Especially not when Rupert had got up a whole hour earlier than normal in order to see to Quinn and then make his way over for the start of dipping.
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