New ears
A NEW pair of grey, shapely ears adorn the left-hand side of this page, you might notice. The great Molly Austen went peacefully to heaven in June, and I was fortunate enough to be given Flynn shortly afterwards. His owner, a former master and chairman of our hounds, has sadly hung up his hunting boots and very kindly sent middleaged Flynn my way.
Comparisons are odious, and I was deeply attached
