Terrierists at large
The back of the truck opened and shut on the roller-blind principle, secured by a specially designed safety spring clip that passed through a fitting like the hasp of a padlock. Motoring up country to collect a load of chattels, it seemed sensible to travel with Boss and Chuckle in the back of the empty lorry, where they could stretch their legs or settle on the beanbag so kindly made for their comfort as a parting gift by the wife of one of my shooting partners.
The trip was made at the height of the petrol shortage and, as the hired wagon had a thirst like a rugby team after a game, it was necessary to stop at every other motorway
