A proper cracker
catherine.austen@futurenet.com
North Cotswold, Papermill Farm, Glos
A GOOD friend and I have a sort of code expression for a disappointing day’s hunting.
“How was it?” one asks.
“It was lovely to be out...” replies the other.
We know exactly what we mean; barring disasters, an unexciting day’s hunting is always better than not going at all, but not every day is a great one. Of course, this makes you appreciate the really good ones even more, and my reply in the lorry on the way home from the North Cotswold on 30 December was, “It was a proper cracker.”
In the seven-and-a-half years I have lived in the Heythrop
