It’s August already. We seem to have skipped July. And the countryside around us is as wet and green as I have ever seen it. The animals don’t seem to mind, though. The other evening, for the third time in as many weeks, a huge hare lolloped into our back garden to feast on the clover that has taken over our lawn.
In the closing moments, Mears delivered a coup de théâ which left his audience visibly shaken.