Seeing off the grey invaders
The email sent on a Friday morning was probably the oddest sporting invitation I’d ever issued. “Lots of squirrels on the edge of the hill, let’s meet at 1pm” was perfectly normal. But “Come in your own cars, please bring your own refreshments, always remember to keep at least 2m apart at all times and please, please don’t join us if you feel the slightest bit under the weather” was a portent of the dark clouds gathering on the horizon.
The Saturday afternoon was warm and bright with an almost cloudless sky. However, a keen wind swept across from the western chalk and up over the spur of gravel and
