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.
I wish people would realize that animals are totally dependent on us...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
It was my mother's idea. Her feeling was that I didn't have the intelligence to pick a trade myself.
