Silence of the geese
Jan 19, 2022
3 minutes
Jamie Blackett
WHAT time did you say high tide was?’ There is mild panic in the kitchen on New Year’s morning as the Chief Caterer and I cook sausage rolls and pour trayloads of whisky and Port. Outside, the sea is rolling in, covering the shore where, in traditional style, we are due to host the meet in 40 minutes, the first act of community spiritedness/rural defiance of 2022, call it what you will.
Happily, by the time George arrives with hounds,
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