The good life
had the fright of my life at about 9.30pm one evening last week, as a figure flashed past the sitting-room window. Given how remote my house is, uninvited guests at that time are not to be expected. Thankfully, however, it was just the gamekeeper, delivering some fallow venison he had shot earlier in the week. Sadly, one of the parkland deer had managed to get a bag stuck to its antlers and, try as
