It was one of those days when an awful lot happened. On that day, for example, Sarah and I saved about five or six foxhounds from drowning. In front of only one witness, the crabby and sometimes disgracefully ill-mannered old Lord Carnock. On the same day, my little brave pony, Chiquita drank a bottle … Continue reading A Dartmoor Day
In all of his life Mr Mellon had pretty well avoided being photographed. There had been some childhood snaps, of course, but apart from that, Mr Mellon’s face was a blank. And, for as long as he had any say in the matter, that was fine by him. Mr Mellon hated his face. His nose … Continue reading Flash!