Tough adversary

I was 5am and I was headed to the farm on probably my fifth visit after the same fox. Unfortunately this visit was to be just as fruitless as the others – but for a different reason. Five miles from the farm, as I was heading up a hill making the most of the empty roads to try and catch up on my later-than-intended early start, a pop from the front of the truck followed by steam put an end to my hunting excursion.

Lifting the bonnet, it was clear I was going nowhere with the top of the radiator burst and split open. I made the most of the lovely sunny morning stuck on the side of the dual carriageway waiting for the RAC by plinking at cans and other litter on the verge with my catapult,