Not Quite Dead Enough*

3.30pm.  The sun is low in the sky.  It’s stopped raining at last and we’re on our bikes.  The Wild is full of hazards: wet leaves to slip on; branches strewn across our path; the threat of sunset.  And yet it’s beautiful, this November day.  The leaves that still cling to the trees are green, […]

Death By A Dark Horse*

“So, these two boys are both from the same police force,” the retired detective says, as he stands by their stable door, stroking the face of one of the horses.  “One came here, and then two years later his friend arrived.  They cantered up to each other and wrapped their necks around each other.  If […]