At about 4pm on a warm Thursday in June, three men in a soft-top black BMW used a rock to smash the patio doors at my home. They made their way through the house looking for jewellery, cash and any other valuables, conducting what the police call a “messy search”. At our home and three others in this area, they moved quickly to the main bedroom, turning out drawers and rooting through cupboards. The place was trashed.
On their way through, they found the gun cabinets. Using various power tools, they forced entry. They then clattered downstairs carrying the 10-bore I’d bought at auction from the late and great writer John Humphreys. They also had the Miroku Sporter my wife gave me when we got engaged. They left behind the
