Country Diary
Aug 05, 2020
2 minutes
August 1998 I was a student, living with my parents on the edge of the New Forest. It was a vibrant rural community where I knew practically everyone and everyone knew me, albeit often as “Tony and Bet’s grandson”’. The hot summer days were spent wisely chasing squirrels, salmon, deer, beer and girls, my trusty old Land Rover winding along the dusty lanes from one adventure to
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