They Can't Find My House Now Because

I Am Never At My Best In The Early Morning, Especially A Cold Morning In The Yorkshire Spring With A Piercing March Wind Sweeping Down From The Fells, Finding Its Way Inside My Clothing, Nipping At My Nose And Ears.

Animals Are Unpredictable Things, And So Our Life Is Unpredictable. It's A Long Tale Of Little Triumphs And Disasters And You've Got To Really Like It To Stick It.

It Was Sunday Morning (one A.m.), A Not Unusual Time For Some Farmers, After A Late Saturday Night, To Have A Look Round Their Stock And Decide To Send For The Vet.

And The Peace Which I Always Found In The Silence And Emptiness Of The Moors Filled Me Utterly

I Seem To Have Spent A Good Part Of My Life - Probably Too Much – In Just Standing And Staring.