My dog, Albus, is lying in the passenger’s seat footwell of my van. I am driving from  Narberth to Landshipping, and as usual, I take  the A40 to Canniston bridge. It is only once we hit the fast stretch of this road that Albus retreats from the comfort of the seat to the footwell. He is a […]

Fox-cub, curious amongst roots, sniffs at air,Pauses, a child of caution, his foreleg raised. Despite being five years old, I had never managed to explore the whole of this countyhouse, set high on its hill. The house was Victorian, built of red brick, and it overlooked awide valley, which, on its furthest edge, lapped up […]