It was a bitter day; the wind was strong and it carried with it the threat of snow. The avenue of ancient stone walls channelled Tawny, Dotty and me to the grassy field on the other side, with rabbits to the left and rabbits to the right keeping both dogs on their toes.
The silence was abruptly broken by my gargantuan polecat hob, Gator, scratching urgently at the lid of his ferret box. It is a sound that never fails to raise my hackles and transport me back to when the excitement and anticipation of a day out was often better than
