SKINNED ALIVE
Sophie Mason, 29, Waddington
Trundling through the front door, I kicked off my dripping wet wellies and breathed a sigh of relief. ‘I’m soaked to the bone!’ I said to my husband Mark, 44, as we removed our sopping coats.
It was 30 September last year, and Mark and I had been outside for hours with our guinea pigs.
For years, we’d been running a guinea pig sanctuary from our home, and had been out preparing a special Halloween video to upload to our website.
It was cold, raining and so horrible out, and now, at around 10pm, our tiresome job was finally complete for the day.
My teeth chattering, I held my hands
