Anyone who has been stuffed down a foxhole at a young age to pull out a hound, and has come back out attached to a hound attached to a fox attached to a badger, deserves to be read.
Is it any wonder townies do not understand country folk you ask yourself as you read this wonderfully rich romp of a life story. Rory Knight Bruce bills his book as a hunting diary, but it feels much more than that. It is a vivid tribute to the personalities of the countryside and a love song to the land. It is also very funny. You know you are in for a good ride when chapter one concludes:
Quite why my mother decided to leave home when I was less than two years old, leaving me in the custody of Jackson the tractor man in a hedgerow down the back lane, I cannot say and have never asked.
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Whether or not these experiences were painful at the time he does not say either, but they have left Knight Bruce ridiculously well furnished with anecdotes.
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