TUNNEL VISION
If God has a penthouse suite, and I am deserving of it when I fall off my perch, heaven for me is a lush, grassy field with a never-ending hedgerow full of rabbits, and I’ll spend eternity wandering up and down it on an early spring evening, air rifle in hand.
For now though, one of my favourite permissions is a soft fruit farm. Nestling in the Buckinghamshire countryside, it covers many hundreds of acres and produces tons of strawberries, raspberries and blueberries.
The fruit is grown inside mile after mile of polytunnels, with many of the plants having been raised up on stands to keep the berries off the ground and, presumably, away from the ravenous bunnies. Some of the fruit is grown on the floor though, and the rabbits can easily decimate crops as well as the plants themselves.
They also have a habit of nibbling through the network of
