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Those of you who know , love and respect me will wish me to share with you this little story that refers to a confused hare courser from the north who must you will understand , remain nameless, despite having a union flag on the roof of his car. Anyway, recently at a prestegious event somewhere in Norfolk this person settled at my feet and in pleading tones asked, no begged me to advise him on how his dog may come to terms with the giant Norfolk hares. I looked at him a little quizzically nodding and said. just as Rome wasn't built in a day, so you could not expect to course in East Anglia to the same poor standard that you tolerate in the north of England. He looked at me a little tearfully and said please guide me oh wise one . Obvioiusly I have long ceased to become embarrassed by such adulation and offered the following advice: You must forget about your present dog in terms of the coursing forefront. You must take yourself into the coursing wilderness( an area bounded by Swaffham, West Acre and Castle Acre) Once there you must wander and be at one with your inner self for at least three weeks. You must exist on a diet of Redmills Extreme and if you felt the need to walk on all fours from time to time then we would understand. At the end of this period you should then return to the coursing fold where you will reach a crossroads. One way will lead to a girlie need to become a coursing club committee member if so , farewell. The other road will lead you to needing another coursing dog. If you are to choose the latter path further thought is needed. In the short term you could always go to Coursing Man as he always has pups. If however you want a proper whippet then wait for Saucey Madam to have her pups in the Spring. The choice my friend is yours. He kissed me on both cheeks, I am not ashamed to say, and disappeared into the early evening Norfolk mist.
Always a shoulder to cry on. Lamping man
Always a shoulder to cry on. Lamping man
