We all knew the hounds lived in the caves. Had for centuries. But well, new folk, city folk looking for a country commute, they don’t understand like we do.

Funny how they have cottages to buy cause our young folk head to live in the city. Don’t stay to keep up what’s been in family hands for generations. Sad tale since the Wars.

But at least the houses stand, children play, shops buzz, and villages don’t die like parishioners. Means there’s big roads and cars and trucks. But trains coming back to shuffle them city/country folks around.

But the hounds. Yes, thanks, I’ll take another pint. Yes, the hounds.  They thought them a nuisance – baying in the night, snuffling round their dooryards, glowing eyes peering in their windows.

Thought it twas local lads having a romp, making fun, you know, of the newbies, the townies. Or slovenly country folks…